stresses

forever lasting stresseschilling me to the bonetill my fingers are numband face is blue,the pages that pile upthey say for my gainmake my breaths chokemy throat seizesat the red letter marksdefining my gradesrhythmic stampsof classes passed and checkedthe failure of failingis too hightill my hair is clawed outbloody tear tracks down my eyesand sleepless nightswithContinue reading “stresses”

older

when you grow older,the days grow short, nights grow long,but stars shine brighter You hear all about it. The athletes who have to sit out because their limbs wore out, the dancers whose legs gave out, the musicians whose memory became thinner and their hands grew weaker, the workers who could barely stand to walk.Continue reading “older”

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