Jennifer Truesdale

April 30, 1978 - South Carolina
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fairytales

my teeth hit the rope,
pulling death by the neck,
i am strangling,
feeling breathless.

dead weight is
weightless.

i fall in drift,
curving along the pale
before the blue.

i reach a point where
i reach you
and it’s all over here.
all of it.

there is no such thing as
fairytales.
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