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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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day after day fling themselves off the way; the particles of sand coalesce at the bottom of the scuffed red timer. and i, i have nothing to show for it,
nothing but a few wispy thoughts that i let dangle despite the ether continuously hangs over me makes pallid my goals me. i walk to walk trudge across this lonely urban hell with its cracked concrete flattening the backs of the eradicated fauna; i have successfully prevented the chances of a thought occurring (0). i close my eyes (i see those damned bubbles) launching at each other imprinted on my brain i’ve poisoned myself, haven’t i? with the things i’ve done? i go through the everlasting motions with my hands loosely bound and the string coiled neatly under my own incisors. my eyes, they’re filmy like a snake’s i need to pry them open; wrest the stupor from my lips cut back the suffocating curtain of dread i don’t want to spend my life(.) (existing) Brynja is a 16-year-old from Minnesota who uses poetry as a form of self expression and a form of art. She has been writing since middle school. Her favorite poets include Pablo Neruda, Warsan Shire, Anna Akhmatova, and e.e. cummings. Comments are closed.
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