Don’t pretend
That I don’t exist
If you wanted me to stay
You would have let
Me know.
The price
I have to pay
Is to watch you learn
From your mistakes from us
With her.


-She will never be me.
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gratitude for the angels in my life 

I search for the angels
You can always
tell them apart
The ones with
starry windows
For eyes burning
Plasma to light
The darkness in
Their hearts
And I know
They’re angels when
I see dimensions collapse in their eyes
At the sight of
Hope and sorrow
And I suspect
Only someone
Who has known
Heaven and hell
Intimately would
Glow so bright
In a world so dark.
And like a luna
Moth I’m drawn
Irresistibly to
Their light.

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Birds sing,
Picking up
Dead twigs
To build
A home
For new



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Cut Veins

Storm clouds
cut their veins
on the wind
opening their wounds
to dip the world in light. 

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I just want
to stay in bed
and listen to the
rain today.


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Drowned Princess

She was drowning
her friends watched
blaming her for being
too weak to swim.

– some currents are invisible.


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I would say it
Was us against the
Problem and not each
Other but the problem
Was your embarrassment being
In public with a middle-class
Girl having no connections
To help support your
Family’s “lifestyle” you once
Told me your mother
Looked for wealth in
Your partners and I
Asked: what are you
Doing with me then?
And you promised you
Would never be that
Classist rich person never
Not a chance but
Everything you promised you
Would never you did
And I knew you were
Planning on marrying a
Millionaire, I told you
This before I left
You said I was crazy
Thinking that which is
Hilarious because I wonder
If your current wealthy
Fiancé knows you were
On your knees begging
Me to stop dating
Anyone else when you
Two were “seen together”
And I would have
Tried to make amends
But your truth carved
A permanently closed gate
In the way you
Left by threatening me
If I put in a
Restraining order to feel
Safe from your manipulation
But even having the
Police know about me
Was too embarrassing for
You I guess I’m
Your Scarlett Letter that
You tried to force
Silent threatening me and
my best friend too
With lawyers, hitmen, and
Slander and this is
Who you are and
Who you became and
I’m telling the world
Exactly what happened despite
Your lawyers and managers
Your scary hit men
Because I’d rather tell
The truth and be
Murdered by you than
Die letting you take
My voice away just
Because you weren’t
Brave enough to speak.

– Just because you lived a lie doesn’t mean I have to.

Rebecca Fionna

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A Poem for Loss

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Rebecca Fionna performing “Marilyn”

link to poem: “Marilyn”

Another day
Another rich
Celebrity joking
that they
Have a
Split personality
Because they
Like to
Smoke weed
and read
I wonder
If they
Would glamorize
A split
Personality if
They met
Someone who
Actually is
Diagnosed but
Isn’t rich
And instead
Is shunned
By society
Like me
They probably
Would still
Joke anyway
I mean
Look at
Marilyn Monroe
Rumor has
It she
Had a
Split personality
But nobody
Talks about
Her suicide
Without glamour
And sex
And I
Wonder how
She would
Feel hearing
Famous people
Exploit the
Mentally ill
Just to
Appear more
Mysteriously sexy
But what’s
The use
Wondering that
She’s dead
And there’s
A chance
One day
I’ll die
The same
Way and
The famous
Will still
Joke about
Split personalities
To draw
Attention long
After I’m
Cold in
The ground.

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Wild Flowers

Here lie the wild
flowers of my fractured soul,
grown from plots of 12 pt.
Times New Roman soil.

– forever a gardener of words

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