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𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖒 Category: Poems
i am everything yet still at the same time empty i am mother to every one of my children in this world yet i do not claim them i do not show my stretch marks, my proof of their egress these lines in my skin do not run i remain perfect unstained without flaw and blinding. i am messy; and bright and loud i do not hold my breath, but rather let myself breathe and heave and gasp and cough and be alive with no consequences of the word i am sharp and saturated i am screaming at your eyes, burning your corneas but further you look at the wrecked scene, knowing you will go blind if you look at the sun, yet still, you gaze, stare, and gape at my pointed flamed edges hidden away in the corner of your page i am crashing i am a bang and i am deafening. i am nothing yet still, i am everything i am the puddle of mixed watercolors in 3rd-grade elementary class the product of an unlucky student trying to make purple or orange or green hidden beneath crumpled papers redos and try agains i am eyes shut i am the inside of a closed fist sweaty and shaking i am i am i am
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