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into the mirror i dare to lookthe frame of dust is shoddy and molderingi search again for imperfections i've memorized.i know where each one is and what each one looks likebut this time, i think something will change.
Another night melts away as the morning routine flirts with me, teases and prods me until I eventually climb out of my bed and begin another uneventful version of lately, a day like every other day.
I see a green tree
I think of her
I see a green Starbucks straw
I think of her
I see a green road sign
I think of her
The little blond four year old
She didn’t want the new edition to come
For fear he’d push her into the cold
Although now she knows it was rather dumb
Couldn’t believe he was coming so soon
Crutches.
Two of them.
One strapped to each arm.
That’s the first thing they see,
But do they see me?
Stares.
Lights flicker
People bicker
Eyes role back
Vision goes black
Then theres a shake
Like an earthquake
The body tenses
Energy only one of the expenses
Head jerks forward
What is wrong with certain words or how it is used?
Around the world, all people have languages.
They also have words that come with them.
Certain words and certain uses of words cause harm.
I’ve got - two loving mothers Who i’m sure - passively still love eachotherWho both supported me through panic attacks and shaking shuddersWho did their best to hold me near when I was paralysed with fear. But damn!
by Ariel Douglas (July 2016)
Every morning it’s the same
The two sit together, just inside the door
Like two medieval soldiers taking the night watch
