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  • Writer's pictureSydney Elizabeth Chandler

I Leaned

Updated: Dec 9, 2020

into your world with a determined

fixation To drink of your salt and sift in your

soil To become the girl you fuck for love Not the shadow

between your sheets I once drank the blood of a

roadkill rabbit but no one will believe me Not even you

as you swell inside me and whisper answerless things Like an anvil to a

head I break and bray below you There is a majesty in shattering

I tried to like your video games –

I tried, I promise

I tried

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