Poems from Arlea

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"They say pain is a prison, let me out of my cell" - NF
  What are these mysterious handsThey sleep then wake but always stayClose around my throat like ropeHere at night and in the day They’ll...
  “Some days I like to lie down,” I write,“in my room,and hold my breath, just to see how long I can go.  So I can pretend that my...
A thought. A fear. It wasn’t clear -A want. A hurt. Which came first -A think. A do. Was it you -A cry. A plea. Was it me -A face. A name....
  her eyes are hunted, growth stunted by laxatives; see how her stomach gives where muscle’s meant to be, burnt away by endless sit ups;...
She’s a deceiver,  two-faced: lying-on-the-double and she likes it that way.  Yeah she thinks she’s alone,doesn’t mind that but what she...

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