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i walk this never ending
spiral staircase at night words spill out i go to the places where i got lost my stepfather in his recliner dissolving pain pills on his tongue he holds my wrist tells me his dreams they are just nightmares he doesn't want me to forget my first boyfriend wears cologne it comes from a bottle that looks like a red shotgun shell my body is still an illusion then it needs to be to survive i am wallpaper i am the window i am the rug i am the night sky looking in trapped in this room you are the nightmare above me some man some boy who doesn't care i never stop picking at the wounds that you leave
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AuthorMichelle Tinklepaugh Archives
June 2023
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