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Screaming
by Rachel D

Sometimes I scream,
And imagine the world,
Explodes in time,
With the expulsion of my voice.
Shearing through the ground,
Ripping trees from the soil,
And splitting mountains,
Until all that is left is powdered remains.

Then I lay splayed out onto my destruction,

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I am Chained
by Aras Acolipeps

Inside of this room, I am chained,
confined in these walls, my mind is constrained.
Echoes of seclusion, a taunting refrain,
slowly, steadily, slipping, I’ll wane.

Inside of this room, I am chained,
invisible bars, my youth detained.
Shadows flicker, a mockery of pain,
in this dark stillness, I remain.


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for some of that artificial happiness
by Bogdan Dragos

as a kid
there's nothing
like wasting away inside a tiny
room
sitting on the backrest
of the couch
looking out the window
and seeing her
tread through the rain


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In a Corner there
by Author Reinvented

In a corner there
I see your memory,
A child who could neither fight nor flee,
Hiding from reality

In the circle of your arms
Do you find safety?
Wishing the world around would disappear,
"I'm only safe when it's just me"


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Cold hands
by Karla Blom

My church Remains fragmented,
reflecting beyond the room, slumbering within my flesh
My God
rivulets of my worship forge down my heated skin
Dripping,
falling,
onto your subjects below

Holy Nothings answered in cloaks of darkness,
with tears and

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I am Chained
by Aras Acolipeps

Inside of this room, I am chained,
confined in these walls, my mind is constrained.
Echoes of seclusion, a taunting refrain,
slowly, steadily, slipping, I’ll wane.

Inside of this room, I am chained,
invisible bars, my youth detained.
Shadows flicker, a mockery of pain,
in this dark stillness, I remain.


......

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Screaming
by Rachel D

Sometimes I scream,
And imagine the world,
Explodes in time,
With the expulsion of my voice.
Shearing through the ground,
Ripping trees from the soil,
And splitting mountains,
Until all that is left is powdered remains.

Then I lay splayed out onto my destruction,

......

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death bed
by aditya vats

I stroll around
my deathbed,
too often.
White sheets wrapped
around the
broken
bed’s base and
cotton pillows placed
under the heaven,
Where they’ll

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Proverbs 13:24
by Ryan Jordan

Proverbs 13:24

He stares at his feet so
he doesn’t see the belt
In his father’s grip.

Over dinner, he’d spoken up,
Or out,
Or back,
The exact angle or fact of the offense

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first november
by aditya vats

(sixteen)

As my wooden
clock slapped
twelve.

The glorious
October, dawned
to the
hideous

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