Someday I will peel
My chest like an orange
A lemon sourness to pour out
Or perhaps a gasoline to light bridges to burn
Letting my heart finally feel warmth
Remove the thousands of needles
I pushed in to keep myself quiet
A pile so high
They will not recognize me anymore
A taste of rotten lime on their tongues
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Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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This deserves so much more recognition. I physically recoiled , that’s how powerful your words were.