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 Jun 2022 Mel
Sarah Crisp
Imposter
 Jun 2022 Mel
Sarah Crisp
My face is a study in cheekbones and shadows
And still
I remember a time when I felt at peace
Before my eyes grew distant
I was softer, fuller of colour and life
My smile, my pout, my laugh
Are a remnant of lost days
Now I paste them over too-sharp eyes
And a stiff jaw
Feeling hideously unnatural
An imposter in my own skin
To save myself
I withdrew from myself
I think
I have been away for too long
 Jun 2022 Mel
Madisen Kuhn
does your skin ever melt into the mirror
do your palms ever reach the other side
will these reflections ever make sense
ever feel familiar
ever seem right
whole
on purpose

do you find yourself, one day
staring back, unsurprised
thinking, i know her well
able to plaster her on billboards and
not shiver with questioned identity

because i am terrified
i’ll never look like the person
i hope to see when i squeeze my eyes shut

will they ever open
This still feels unfinished. I don't know how to finish it.
 Jun 2022 Mel
Hunter K
Imposter,
I shall wait,
Until the day fate,
Puts too much weight,
On my shoulders.

I will wait for the day,
To call you prey,
As i am done playing games,
I will start calling your name.

I will wait for the day,
The day I almost collapses,
And on that day perhaps,
I will get a helping hand,
From the true loving man,
That you wish to be.

Love finds a way,
And so does fate,
Just know I shall never betray,
My true mate.
 Apr 2022 Mel
The Tinkerer
Trudging along.
Out, about, always around.
Always within.
Yet somehow without.

The Outsider.
Forever he is around.
Eternally quenching a thirst
Eternal is his drought.

The Outsider.
A part of many,
Apart from the many
He's forever found
Wherever, whenever.
Forever forgettable as the ground.

The Outsider.
Present as day when he's about.
When gone he's an echo.
An echo of a distant,
Long forgotten sound.
I've always lived a somewhat nomadic life. Moved around cities and schools, made loads of friends, lost so many more. I am soon moving, beginning a new chapter in my life. The first time in nearly a decade, and I'd forgotten how it felt to leave. I'd forgotten how easy and how fragile such human dynamics can be. I've never had long lasting friendships. I'm uncertain I will have many from the stay I've had. The frustration that built up in me, from my insecurities, from my fear of losing the people I consider closest to me, I've finally been able to vent. Not as romantic, not a happy ending, not something to lift the spirits, this. But a reflection of the chaos I've only just begun to understand again.

I may not be lucky. Though I know I am blessed.

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