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Tell me,
What is more important?
The security of sixteen rooms and three storeys,
Or the power of a locked door and a boarded door.
Is the location,
The meaning,
The price,
The most important thing?
Is it how you live,
Or where you live?
Or is it where you are.
Home.
Who needs it?
What is more important?
The security of sixteen rooms and three storeys,
Or the power of a locked door and a boarded door.
Is the location,
The meaning,
The price,
The most important thing?
Is it how you live,
Or where you live?
Or is it where you are.
Home.
Who needs it?
Literature
psychosomatic demons.
/inhale and exhale. listen for the rise and fall of your abdomen, because it might be the last thing you ever feel./
it begins when you feel the fire warm across the expanse of your back. in an attempt to extinguish it, you twist and turn, falling onto a heap on the floor and arching in ridiculous angles in order to scrabble at the seemingly raw skin. you give up when your joints begin to protest, and the fire happily proceeds to eat through the rest of you. oh, you're so beautiful, it says, words as slick as ice, and it cools down the burnt skin so well. the glint of the mirror catches your eye, and you take in the sinister air, the inky fl
Literature
The Ghosts of Words
Words are for men
and women's minds will twist them.
They may speak, permission granted,
but the pen in all its might
is for men alone.
She knew better. All around
were women writing letters, books, lives.
Her brothers learned, and she listened.
One or two took pity, taught a, b, c
and she remembered.
And she read in cramped dusty rooms
where father never went.
Writing was next, with some practice.
Page after page of letters until her marks
looked like theirs. Until she truly wrote.
From then on it was all hers,
friends and family, towns and journeys,
words and worlds.
Love and denial and despair mixed in
carefully cramped
Literature
Who Are You?
"Who are you?" they ask
I am me
I am the little girl you see crying
I am the one who walks alone
I am the orphan who runs from the truth
I am the teen who ignores her peers
I am me
I am the one who says "please help me" and gets ignored
I am the girl no one likes
I am the one who goes against everyone else's "right"
I am the sad girl that can't stop the pain she feels
I am me
I am the one who asks you "Who are you?"
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Just a little thing I threw together in the last few minutes of this competition - I dont expect to win.
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