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July 8, 2013
slowly, I feel my strength seeping

back into the spaces between my breathes.

how or why or when or what happened

I couldn’t tell you.

but look at me.

I’ve become someone again —

someone whose wrists ache because of writing

someone who smells of ginger-lilies

someone who is excited over evolution and HeLa cells and the Mongols

someone who loves languages, and science, and the way that

color pastels leave dust on your fingertips

and everything you touch.

so vibrant. so rich. so alive.

forget that other person —

she is gone

she won’t be back

I killed her like the mosquito buzzing around my head.

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bookmouse said...
Jul. 10, 2013 at 2:43 pm
Amazing! The line breaks are in the right places and the word choice is excellent. 
maslinica This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 18, 2013 at 5:36 pm
Thanks! I was going through a very transformative period, where I had been under so much stress for so long, that when I came out of it, I wrote this poem about my experience. Glad you liked it!
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