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The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to. Advertisements
She folds her heartbreak like origami transforming an ocean into teardrops.
“The bed is an operating table where my dreams slice me to pieces” – Anne Sexton Below is Rebecca Fionna photographed by Carly Zeng.
My bottled up feelings for you ran out of ink.
Don’t feed me poison and tell me I am toxic.
“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.” – Albert Camus Rebecca Fionna photographed by Carly Zeng in Fall 2017
When I think of you, why do I hate the ways you tricked me just to hate how I let myself be tricked more?
We were statues who woke up still as stone in each other’s arms.
I trace my fingertips over his chest learning how his heartbeats like a blind girl learns braille.
My love fills books that he will never read.