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if that's the worst
you've ever done
he said,
i think you'll be okay.
okay,
i think, okay.
the way I let okay pace the hallways of my brain
as i bit blood through my bottom lip
staring up
at yellowed tiles, flourescent bulbs
cant they at least
put a fucking o'keefe up here?
waiting waiting poking dripping
stop crying, he'd said.
stop crying, they said.
ssshhhhhhh.
stabbing.
calm down.
sticking
hands there
where
this all started
Repeating my name,
stop saying my name
i dont want to know who i am
Count backwards from ten
Make this be over now.
{Nine} i should feel guilty
{Eight}, for not feeling guilty
{Seven}, shouldn't I?
{Six}.
And this ceiling
his pressing
her accent
this fading
his wanting
my falling
his leaving
her shushing
this silence
is killing
{Five}
It.
A midwestern born girl and Atlanta transplant
with a serious case of wanderlust.
I read, run, write, draw, and at the moment,
am hugely unambitious to do anything but travel.
I'm roaming around southeast Asia, hoping
that someday I won't always feel the need to roam.
There's not much more to it than that,
life's a little too good at the moment and
that seems to not fuel inspiration as well
as being stuck, but I've got the rest of
my life for that. I like green. A lot.
And to make people laugh. And wine. A lot.
