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ryn Nov 2015
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•our wrin-     kled hides only co-       nceal the
anguish•that resonates with conviction amongst
my herd•this humanly greed that might cause us
to perish•what's valuable to you, we find incredu-
lously absurd•embedded in our trunks lay mill-
enias of lineage... • hidden in our eyes bec-
koned      the change in history      •in our
••             beating  hearts  is             ••
the longing to
turn the im-
possible
page•of
hapless
chapt-
ers w-
rit-ten
with the
points



of
bloodstained
ivory
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Helena Dec 2012
When I was 15, I got down on my knees like a dog because
He   told    me     to.
Gripping my head like I was some sort of
toy he could do what he wanted with.
‘yeaaaah, that feels good’ he’d tell me as he shoved
himself
d
  e
    e
      p
        e
          r
‘you look so good down there when you do that’
as if the compliments really made up for the
broken ego, and self debilitating hate.
But how was I to know back then
what it meant to
deceive
my body? Always being told to
suppress my appetite in hopes of pleasing
some guy.
As if my body wasn’t beautiful enough.

When I was 15, I sold my body for a
Lously ****-
Because I was told
‘that’s how you prove you love me’

I traded innocence, and dignity for
Surety and cried out
L O V E
Because
that’s all I ever really wanted.

As if love was being humiliated and
Degraded,
Over and o v e r & o v e r
Again by someone who only ever
Treated me like a piece of meat-

Eventually, I got sick of waiting
for you to
l o v e  me
and tell me all the things I
wanted to hear
because subconsciously,
I KNEW that
Was never going to happen.

So when I was 15,
instead of completely giving up,
I found a better way to fill the void of my
discontented, broken heart
with the sound of an empty bottle hitting the floor-
A sound much better than the never ending sobs
And begging
for something more than just a degrading
Pick up line, or half drunk conversation.

And eventually I got sick of that,
Too. And then it occurred to me.
I’m not 15 anymore.

If I ever let myself think that I was
Worthless or disgusting or useless
Because of your inability to see past
The size of my jeans, or depth of my throat,
I was an idiot.

If I ever thought I NEEDED you
Or that the definition of L O V E
Was to give your entire being to a person
for absolutely nothing in return,
I was gravely mistaken.

Because I am better off on my
O W N.
I deserve much more than
Anything you had to offer.
glass Dec 2022
appointed anointed entitled insane
assaulted revolted compiled remains

jaunty raunchy defiled deranged
daunting exhausting exiled and caged

experiment serious fistful explain
mysterious furious pistol disdain

lodger copter laughter softer
walking wanting wading wearily watching
thumping trading
vapor water left unbothered
shot and pulled and dropped to fodder
pushing pouting prodding per i lously pinching poking
paper thought or kept to rot and sought to put the trough
but
type. speak. letters. words.
components honing rodents fuller shoulder bone boulder
broken beaten bottled breathing baker bleating basted by
faker fleeting fated fearing facing feeble fine
CHOKE
keeper of the cold and crafted cattle
come to coddle all the wretched blood
it would it was and has been done
the blooming of a bud
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