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Mountains MAG

November 30, 2017
By songmad BRONZE, Haworth, New Jersey
songmad BRONZE, Haworth, New Jersey
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Often I become strangled
because of mountains.
They squeeze me with indifference
the way my college sister pops pimples -
two languid fingers breaking skin.
I millipede
into myself.
Additionally: crushed birds,
with their wings fixed hot on asphalt.
And large windows
framing larger skies -
these too
are torturous.
The message here is clear,

I can never stop bleeding.

What else is there to say?


The author's comments:

As a child, I never really learned how to control my emotions, and now, at an age where I can legally operate a car, I still have trouble staying calm during normal, everyday encounters. Like many people, I hate that I can't stop myself from tearing while watching even the cheesiest of B-list chick flicks, but I can't imagine a world where a sunrise wouldn't make me want to sing. 


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