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She was drowning her friends watched blaming her for being too weak to swim. – some currents are invisible.
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 … Continue reading
I’m sorry that sometimes I fall from my skin to hide inside the marrow of my bones and still ask you to find me like lightning without thunder.
Some call themselves mermaids, hopeful that they won’t drown in the blue sadness of humanity.
I loved him the way a woman loves a man she never touches but writes emails to and has tiny pictures of him stuffed in her wallet and I would have loved him even more if I sat outside his … Continue reading
“The bed is an operating table where my dreams slice me to pieces” – Anne Sexton Below is Rebecca Fionna photographed by Carly Zeng.