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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. -
Anxious
Breath in.
Breathe out.
Try to focus on the
pinkandgrey sky,
and not,
on the knot,
in my throat.
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Power of the Pen
Your words hurt me more
than any strike
or blow
to my
ego.
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An Ode to Baltimore
Angry drivers weave their way through the streets
Babies wear purple banners
Calves dripping with humidity's tears
Dirty, dirty city
Energy impatiently bounces on one foot. -
A Little Self Pity From the Birthday Girl
I was thinking about my friends
when I got a voicemail.
My eyes lit up.
(just a little bit)
Turns out,
it was just about
my car's extended warranty. -
4th of July
It's funny(ha)
how fireworks
sound
like Gunshots
Lit up
against a Black
sky
Loves
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An Ineffable Sestina
Ultimately, she will be served
on her stained bed of silver,
placed on the table of a rich man
with an apple in her mouth
forced into a glazed dress
with her palms pointed to God. -