A broken connection from the start
Wanting something unnatural
Living a sort of daydream
Nonexistent and forced
Shared admiration
Shared Discomfort
Wanting more
Careless
Fools
About the Creator
Alora Jones
Wannabe poet
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My Disappearance
Disappearance doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not a vanishing. It’s a thinning. A slow erosion of presence, a quiet fading at the edges of myself. The underwater mind pulls me down, the weight holds me there, and somewhere in the pressure and the dimness, I begin to lose definition.
By Elisa Wontorcik5 days ago in Poets
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An experience in the world, well done.
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