VOICEMAILS15:45
i let too much of my youth spoil away—now, my soul is an apple chewed off. used and rotten to the core16:03
why am i still in bed16:27
it gnaws on my mind like a worm in fruit and it's relentless. why did i fall in love with hatred?17:30
can i please get out of bed18:15
i see white washed tiles18:48
i held my heart with my mouth and i chewed on it until little bits of muscle got stuck in between my teeth. hopelessness is never getting that toothpick and anxiety is living with it encrusted between my teeth21:00
i want to tell my mother that i feel heavy21:15
can i tell you a secret? i don't think father is coming back22:00
dios ko, i might just believe in you23:13
religion has been a big part of my life but i never feel its presence. sometimes i wonder if my mother knows this too and sends me a god i don't believe in just to punish me for my religious disbelief23:18
pixellated tears0:00
i'll just stay in bed
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I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.