Destructive Impulses

I don't mean to but I'm still sorry

By Rielle HeinPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Stop me, stop me please—

My tongue and teeth are burning—

You—me—stop me please—

sad poetry

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Rielle Hein

I'm an amateur writer based out of BC, Canada, and I write loosely within the fantasy and science fiction genres, generally with an emphasis on queer people and stories. Any pronouns are fine!

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