Poems from Chloe B. Divers
You pity for their illness but don’t have the guts to name it.
Is it sin amongst good faith, or faith that you’re above their sin?
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You had offered me a change of clothes,
It was nothing,
Nothing but acknowledgement that I would be here longer than a person usually...
I am closer to a rickety, old machine than I am a human being. There is nothing about me that is natural. I am an unsalvageable hunk of...
When I was a teen I had a rat. A white dumbo rat, with red eyes, who was blind. Her name was Fresno, like the California nightcrawlers she...
When you grow up like I did, you will scavenge for love like you’ll starve without the scraps.
You’ll carve mold off the edges and...