my love for you is the lonesome feather a child grasps to show his mother in awe / an array of hand-painted portraits scattered above our bodies laid to rest / burnt glass that I cannot bear to throw down the chute / droplets of rain finding warmth upon my brow / trite plastic bouquets hung by a single nail / teeth indenting skin and purple to yellow left behind / a knife within my chest that I cannot pull for fear of agonizing pain / closets half-empty / the burning behind my eyelids when I forget to blink / a single window lit by a candle nearing its death / hours of melody curated by mutual fingers / plucking the last feather on my back to present to you in awe
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
21 | Chicago
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