Tuesday, January 26, 2016

my brother taught me how to cradle "suicide" in my hands, 
how to feed it silence 
like long worms into a gullet.


the other day, my therapist told me that i should subscribe to her star chart. 
the other day, my therapist told me that i like birch trees because 
they have scars too.

my survivor story tastes like vinegar but i
scream it from the roof tops anyway.

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