Wide open was the door you removed from its hinges,
While I spoke of whales hidden behind beds.
Pressed hard against a hot carpet,
I hadn't any idea why.
Any idea how - or what, exactly.
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Lux
PoetryIt's okay to hate yourself, everyone else hates you too. All poems that contain mentions of child sexual abuse are asterisked. I do not want to delete any entries, so there are more mediocre poems in the beginning. Entries progressively get better (...
