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Hem Tape and Aspirin

Feeling In-between

By Isabel SiobhanPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Deeply anxious

Creepy girl,

Weirdo

Can't sleep

Can’t eat

I'm falling and yet I still bite my nails until it hurts

I feel it for days, every time I try to do something with my hands I am reminded of the dark.

Once,

someone who I thought I'd never see cry told me “nights are hard”

He had sandstone hands and now he is the ocean.

Once,

I floated

During that time when I couldn’t bring myself to sleep in my own bed

wasn't hungry

For three months, maybe

Once,

before I decided that I didn't believe in soulmates,

I wrote in blood

Wrote my own synapses onto the paper,

Wrote so long and hard the pen broke and so I drew flowers all over my skin

War paint

condemnation graffiti

overgrown grass in the backyard

hip bones

Mattress on the floor

printer paper on fire in the sink

Some wounds are less easy to understand like holes in your stomach lining.

There are times when I slip into the in-between

I am February 29 and 3:45am

This is me, not anybody else

Not my grandfather or any blue-eyed boy

I am one glass of wine too many on a Tuesday night

I am night blooming flowers

I am a cigarette smoked alone on the front porch

the changeling, the transplant, the puzzle piece cut just a little bit off kilter

I am crooked smiles and unexpected lack of coherence

Something that sometimes can only be fixed temporarily with hem tape and aspirin

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Isabel Siobhan

21 / student / criminology / history / Colorado / improviser / poet / scorpio / spooky girl

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