Growing Sideways
and I felt every mile between us.
Swallow my tongue and call me blind.
Forgive me, dear sister,
I'm lost!
You and I were meant to live for so much more
than poisoned mind
and blighted grain.
Yet one fed the other,
and now our dinner plates are
ornaments,
silently hanging over the cracks of our walls.
We were caught wandering the wasteland
of our screaming voices-
hearts like drums
and words like daggers.
Each one rippled across the spider's web.
Each one drew them closer.
The hairs on my neck prickle with fear.
With Wrath.
With Rage.
I begged you to take my hand,
Begged you to run!
But you were gone long before I even turned around.
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Rae Janney
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
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Came accross this and your writing while looking for something else! Glad I did! this is heartbreaking but beautifully penned! well done! also, you have a new subscriber!