Tag: writing
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The Whisper of My Body
I lie awake, longing for the dayWhen I rise again without delay.Without the price looming over my head that just won’t go away,Reminding me what I’m not, every single day. I’m not strong enough yet, I’m not ready yet—I will break.But what if I just try? What then?I ask this body, who has seen unblemished…
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Take me back
Take me back to that Australian summer day when the heat prickled my arms and the sounds echoed that I was no longer in the winter of the US. I remember stepping outside of the airport and breathing an air I had not breathed before, so fresh, so unpolluted, so unpolished. I walked to the…
