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 Jan 2020 Alice Swatridge
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          
 Dec 2019 Alice Swatridge
Marz
I will burn alive at the brink of dawn
consumed by my passion
and hate
for my sadness can no longer suppress the flames in my eyes
so i will burn bright
what a beautiful demise
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 Dec 2019 Alice Swatridge
S I N
The wailing of whales
Resounds below the water
The cries of seagulls
when i tasted your salt
the sea in me arose
i am an ocean unto you
i will water your gardens
you will be my budding bloom
and i will be your groom.
 Dec 2019 Alice Swatridge
N
Untitled
 Dec 2019 Alice Swatridge
N
Anxiety wraps
itself around me,

like a coat that
doesn’t fit me

like a lover that
doesn’t love me

like a fire that
doesn’t warm me
I rewrote this poem because it felt unfinished.
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