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collected trauma
i read somewhere just like stamps, or leaves, or memories trauma can be collected it can grow and get passed down the line much like brown eyes, dimples cancer, and depression. they say evidence is traced - redrawn in blood pressure and that's the reason one of the reasons why certain populations have it more than others but you can't make me believe that i lose my words because its a ghost imprint of my grandmother's fear of confrontation my trauma is my own and i'm too selfish to share
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collected trauma
i read somewhere just like stamps, or leaves, or memories trauma can be collected it can grow and get passed down the line much like brown eyes, dimples cancer, and depression. they say evidence is traced - redrawn in blood pressure and that's the reason one of the reasons why certain populations have it more than others but you can't make me believe that i lose my words because its a ghost imprint of my grandmother's fear of confrontation my trauma is my own and i'm too selfish to share
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Literature
No Better
I've been chasing dead ends since the day I was born, and to me, it's kind of beautiful. Perhaps, funny even. For some reason, I keep thinking if I hit the wall with just enough force, it will come crumbling down. Then of course, I'm down.
I'm down.
And then up.
Because it's my habit. I should probably know better.
It started on the night I first saw victory clad in nothing. She was a real looker. Something our parts never see without a bloody fight.
My brother had her once.
It happened a bit like this.
Night wrapped her soft hands around him. Silence brushed his feet. I was told to wait behind the old man's lot- to start shooting th
Connor
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Literature
5 Years Too Late
His words still kiss her picture.
Six Words is Enough
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Literature
Experiment: A Two Way to Read Poem
His hand went cold in mine.
"I just wanted to live."
The dying man said
As he watched the clouds grind to dust
He couldn't stop thinking about it
What he wanted was the right thing.
He finally decided that
It was more than just that.
He told me before,
Everything about that night.
The witch.
The spell.
The trade.
He smiled while he remembered
A plump, passionate heart
Gone, switched, sold for
A life beyond tomorrow
She granted him it
Without a question
And
With a grin
"Living to meet the century
Would be better than
Lasting as long as one breath"
He revealed to the witch
He became exactly what he wanted
The monster
Experimentals
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Literature
Strawberries in the Winter
My momma once said that it was impossible-
That trying to grow strawberries
In a room that murdered light
Was like telling a girl to live without love
Or demanding a fish to breathe midair.
Still, a week later
A pot of dirt found its home
On a desk in that room,
Daring to flirt with the color green.
Everyday a lamp was hit,
Life support was turned on,
And Thoreau was born to fight.
I told myself,
No more would the fat guy need surgery
Just to blend into an ocean of hypocrites
That would tide in and out of his “in security”.
No more would the nerd girl
Need tights that cut her once living legs
Because the boy she’s been
DDs and DLDs
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