Poems from spectaris

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Hi, I'm Elena, I have two chronic diseases, a boy that I love, too many freckles, and I want to be a writer.
Ipsa
You slide your hand down the slope of her legs smooth, if she remembered to shave And catch your fingers in her hair knotted, because she...
C.B.
Once I care about people there's no turning it off and five years from now I will probably still regard your name with a hint of sadness...
The Garden of Words
I've been sitting here for three hours My brain, wracked My nails, bitten Why do I write? Why do I write? I write because I can and because...
I'm Glad We Met
I wish we hadn't met Or that years from now, in a coffee shop in some nameless city while the rain pours down, and the ugly yellow of the...
The Abyss
And all of a sudden just like that I'm back to walking across that glass tight rope And I'm slicing my feet and they're bleeding down into...