Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Head splits into two,
Two different eyes
Stare me down, so full
Of anger mixed with tears.

I wonder who I am,
A girl with interweaved feelings;
A girl who dances her
Sicknesses in circles;
A girl who fevers at a
Moments notice.

A flare for dramatics
Have I, so hungry for
The ordinary life that
Was never gifted to me.


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