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Cosmic Funnies
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@vlinahn
i remind myself of what’s awful, maybe for example, i’m a black & white picture of the way you were on your first day of school: wary, filled with what felt like blood & bones, outside yourself in the corner of the film eyes behind the hands that both hold yours & fill you when other people are asleep you’re five years old there’s an abandoned ribbon sneaking its way out of your hair before they go missing, the luckiest things are seen, or touched others are loved
⊹ ˖ rotten doll ⁺.
genie wiley (feral child) who was locked in a dark room for the first 13 years of her life by her abusive father. She was discovered in 1970, malnourished and mute, with her father having killed himself before his court appearance.
I am homesick for arms that have never held me.
“I was wounded early and early I learned that wounds made me.”
— Adonis, from ‘Celebrating Childhood’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
I never fought back I learned how to I cry silently i bore my sins
“A girl’s doll is herself,”
— Rae Armantrout, from Next Life; ‘Distances’
12:25 am
“We are all in prison. I built mine myself, but that doesn’t make it any easier to get out of.”
— Unknown
the hand that fed me bit me first.
when does a war end? when can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind
I have my fathers nose and all his rage, but I have my mother's face and all of her grief.
Rage I have learned to wear. My mother's grief however, folds my spine and lives beneath my ribs. It gets heavier and heavier.
Alice Nicole Dollanganger
anyone else going about their life missing everything all the time
— Silas Denver Melvin, from GRIT: a poetry collection