We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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friend or shellfish
Serpent currents fish up friend food, or shellfish not for you food, dead end dread mood and it says hide hide mine mine shame is the game, this acid on plastic, eating away my pride like it and shame aren’t two halves of the fish scale when in fact they hurt the same (thank you,…
savage
The village stranger loses her curiosity after a year or so, the adventurer learns the names of the log cabin dwellers
Hiatus for the Unrequited
I’m nervous about sharing this poem, because it’s maybe a little too vulnerable, but…depression really does get like this sometimes. It comes and goes in waves and when the waves go real low, well…it feels like this poem. Sometimes I get discouraged and just existing feels really hard. But I wrote this poem a little…
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Jordyn Saelor 