A minimum-wage job
that barely lets me pay my
too-high rent
Struggling to find a story
beneath my skin
No audience to write to
just an itch in the middle
of my back that i have
not satisfied
Everyone else has found
a great story
Yet I cannot bring myself
to admit that
I might have one too
There is no other woman
inside me
ready to sprout fully grown
from my headaches
About the Creator
Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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Weighed Down
How do I even get out of here? There are no chains holding me down. The recesses so dark that they have their own kind of glow. But this is my nest and my cavern where not even bats will join me. They aren't blind you know, just really bad at sight. As am I, especially in foresight. I should have seen this coming, should have been able to track this decline.
By Ariana GonBon8 months ago in Poets
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I relate to this so much!!
I never read a poem that finished on the word “headaches” before, but now this last line is HAUNTING me. This was great!