A long-forgotten wick, lit, burns fast in melted wax
Author: Allyson Morin
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The College Essay I would Write Now
This is a repost of an earlier piece of writing originally published July 8, 2017. At the time, I was just finishing up my junior year of… Read more “The College Essay I would Write Now”
Nothing delicate but my laundry
This skin I’m in tastes of freedom I will not shrink for your desire
new day’s resolutions
I don’t know how we’ll get where we’re going but it was so cosmically unlikely we’d get to today I think we’ll be alright.
centered
it’s not the weight of your body that pins me to earth it’s the beat of your heart i count my breaths by
I love myself before I loved myself
It’s ok to love the younger you who used words as a weapon to hurt people that matter– that you with the wrong clothes and uneven bangs… Read more “I love myself before I loved myself”
Minding the Body Circus
In silence springs a subtle stir of circus pulses in my chest and whooshing tides and leaps and sighs– this thought-fraught notice knows no rest.
The Earth Tastes of Sunshine
I bury my face in the warm dirt and shout, “Oh, this is what living is all about!”
Devour
How can I be beautiful in the way fire is as it devours everything if I devour nothing? I am a whole woman built to consume built to expand built upon the backs… Read more “Devour”
Why did you ever think dead girls could fly?
You look like a bird with that down on your wings, pretty girl, but you’re too weak to fly, so what did you hollow out your bones for? Happy,… Read more “Why did you ever think dead girls could fly?”
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