Tag: life
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Art of Self Loathing
i reek of self hatred shower after shower. month old laundries and mocking cob webs. gutting nausea with my head inside the television set half a can of beer rotting away in the fridge for i bought a new one it still tastes the same but it makes me feel like i am less sick…
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Bring human.
we live in a diorama of a preceding horror—writing down stories, witnessing stories and becoming stories as this colossal art of longings continue to haunt us; it’s like a hundred fists clasping within, all unable to describe the conundrum of a human mind. most of us have loved, and been loved in softness and terror—tendered…
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The Last Love Letter I Never Sent
Dear Milan, A friend of a friend told me that you had been in love with me. Another friend told me that you were a beautiful human. You believed in the art of first eye contact. You believed in the magic of resilience and redemption from the gods. The world through your eyes mustn’t have…
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Dream in a Dream
I had a dream in a dream, where I woke up on an astoundingly cold floor. The bed beside me in linen silk was untouched, the house was empty as my breath echoed through and through. My body ached bitterly in an unloving exhaustion and my eyes were blood shot swollen. I slowly wiped them…
Prena Poetry 