Posts
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Regret
I know that I caused you pain.
I hate that I caused you pain.
I
caused
you
pain.
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Summer Send Off
***Creative writing project for The House on Mango Street for English. This is an unedited, more honest version.
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San Diego: A History in Taste
San Diego. My home away from home. Salty spray stinging my toungue. Playing with my hair and flirting with my face. A spicy two-step mirrors my heartbeat. Echoing off Spanish missions and stucco roofs. -
At this moment I want to SCREAM
I want to scream until my lungs wither
and my tounge dries out.
But,
more than that,
I want someone to hear me.
I want someone to listen -
Whitewashed streets (Say my name)
It's easy to forget
(say my name)
Between the towers and bells and columns
(Say my name)
Wedged inside the George Washingtons and Thomas Jeffersons and Marquis De Lafayettes
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I Used to Be Free (A Letter to Little Red Pills and Rex)
As I stare down at my empty pill botlle I feel a few things, bitterness, confusion, and mortality. How did it get to this? I used to be Free, right? I'm having a hard time remembering but I know I used to be Free. Careless. Unburdened.
Loves
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belly buttons and beating hearts
I clung to my baby blanket that wrapped around my limbs. my limbs, small and swollen, cushioned by my mother's organs. I was warm, I clung to the insulation of two beating hearts.
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My Light
My babysitter,
Brother,
Sister,
And I,
Huddle on the green couch.
Her laptop,
Shiny silver,
Is opened
