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Attain

For the first time in 100 days, I'm not writing another poem on this trend tomorrow. Thank you for going on this journey with me, some days I honestly didn't know if I would make it!

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Asylum

Day 100: Attain

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Sticky

Day 99: asylum

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Trace

Day 98: sticky

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satisfied

Day 97: trace

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Moon

Day 96: satisfied

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Miserable

Day 95: Moon

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hemisphere

Day 94: Miserable

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Terminal

Day 93: hemisphere

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Orientation

Day 92: terminal

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Sweet

Day 91: Orientation

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Establish

Day 90: Sweet

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Metro

Metro cards, Tinkerbelle, and Ice Cream

I push my metro card deep into the folds of my wallet. Back beyond the used and unused gift cards. Sighing as the random coins that fall on the floor, every time I unzip my wallet they clatter to the ground like tiny cymbals. Flopping onto my twin bed – the same mattress since I moved here. I stare up at Wonder woman and Elsa, posters that show that my room hasn't changed in years. At least I got rid of that rickety loft bed. And the white matching dressers with the gold trim. Those made my room look like the leftovers of a Victorian fairytale. I eye my painting supplies; the Tinkerbelle green walls definitely demand some touchups. A four-year-old should not be permitted to pick out paint. Years later a nine, twelve, fifteen, eighteen-year-old will regret the bright purple and green walls. I should change it, paint a mural of dragons. Hurling across the sky. Or, I should slowly paint a square of visible wall space, each day, slowly covering it up. I roll over, stuffing my head under a pillow as if it is a boulder I can hide behind. I hear my name being called up the twisted, turny stairs. I’m called to make dinner tonight. But honestly, it will probably just bring about another fight. Although he's been home for hours, he's apparently incapable of cooking for others - unless it benefits himself. I have leftover pasta. Maybe I'll eat that. And ice cream. With whipped cream and caramel. Ignore the rest of the house, let it crumble. As the memories fade and the people force themselves apart.

I worked on the initial concept for this poem in a vignette's lesson I worked on during a poetry course I took last year. I was so excited for this word to be generated so I could work on some of my old writing! Day 89: Establish

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Articulate

Day 88: Metro

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Trace

Day 87: articulate

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Menu

Day 86: Trace

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Redeem

Day 85: menu