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the different kinds of empty


by lexi

the kind unique to middle school your body contains a being

you yourself do not understand.

its half shaken milkshakes and pebbles in your stomach

never to be put to sleep

the kind that tastes like sawdust

after shouting words he won’t ever hear

choking on your own calls for help in hopes

this time he won’t call you overdramatic

like dead echoes, like dying songbirds.

the kind that materializes into baggy eyes

of nightless sleep and sleepless nights

like upward treadmills and drowning in nothing but air and

your own inability to suffocate yourself.

the kind after Endings

of releasing yourself from who you thought he was and what

the “we” would never really be

which tastes like bitter coffee

and something white

the kind after writing a poem about it

and still feeling nothing

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