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Your hand rests on the space of my ribs where, underneath, something is beating itself soft. My voice cracks like pavement under ice. That’s my heart. I am foolish and desperate and afraid that the only ending I’ve ever known is the only ending there is. This bloody fist in my chest has never stopped bracing for impact.
— g.p.t., “Calendar Year”
foundry
fill me with something solid something heavier than gold brighter than silver and warmer than breath something less errant than your curt words less impatient than time and fluid, like water.
When we were young you swore you would never let me go: please keep your promise.
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The deepest regret, is knowing you could've done something, but out of fear refused to.
Excerpt from the book I’ll never write
How dare you pretend to cradle my heart, when your intent was to break it!
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I was happy when you left, genuinely happy. For once in my life I wouldn't be reminded of my shortcomings.
2018 is here
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So why do I write? Why do I separate myself for hours at a time, to type (random) words on a screen? Because I love it. Because it was there for me when no one else was; it saved me. I write, because I had no way to get through to anyone, after a teacher dropped my grades as low as possible because of my gender. I write because I was never given the chance to express myself freely due to the occupations of they that birthed me. I write, because I was denied the ability to minister to a congregation, not only because of my color, but because the spouse of my superior thought reaching the deaf community through ASL (American Sign Language), inappropriate. Writing never judged me for sulking after these events took place, and it never will. That's why I write, and love it immeasurably; for once, something/one accepts me.
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You convinced me I could never be loved, because of what you saw as a flaw.
Reflecting on 2017
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