Poems from oliviawaldron

Don't shoot the messenger Unless she's a woman Don't shoot the mesenger  Unless her skin has become an invitation They scream at her She...
I’ve traced the veins up your arms The angles of your jaw The slope of your cheekbones The basin of your forehead The curves of your sides...
At night the same nightmare plays over and over. I tell myself that women shouldn’t think, not even alone at night, but the nightmare still...
If I were to write you a eulogy  I would start by saying You are not dead I still see you in the mirror In the smile lines painted ...
I want to be something to give to people.  I want my words I one day write,  to make people feel something. To be so strong, they feel like...

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