Blue stories
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amyglitterCommunity member
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by amyglitter

We ran into white marble tunnels I

saw ghosts in your hard hands you think

You're beautiful because you broke,

that is unfathomable, you're night

lights and silver metal and my

head is full of chalky words, my throat

corroding flesh and the splinters in my aorta are sharp

I was no more than a child when the thoughts started

Swimming in the bile of my brain with secrets

too mushy to come out of my mouth, the songs about stars

were not written for me, bruised innards and

the inability to flick open a lighter

My body is heavy and pinched and altogether

the opposite of fluid

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