Jamie Ramsay
Joined June 2022
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Every word is chosen from my throat, in the moments I feel too human.
I am your guide into the sinkhole.
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The Pretty Pink Pill. Content Warning.
I lean my forehead against the cool exterior of the fridge door. At around 5 AM, I tore my blanket off the bed, after deciding that the inevitable, insomniacious, dance in the sheets was not worth the panic that comes to me in the dark. I stacked my flimsy, old pillows against the wall in my kitchen - my stringent kitchen - and plugged in my lamp, the one that glows a unique kind of gold.
By Jamie Ramsay8 months ago in Poets
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