Poems from Crystina Bakus

My will is strong, But my body is failing My lips speak wrong, And the symptoms are flailing My teeth chatter, And my body shakes Boney...
Drowning in my seat, I clutch charcoal paper- smudged of words and ripped tone, I gasp for air as the bubbles float out of my mouth, and...
My knuckles have turned white. Pupils expanded to un-accountable diameters, Skin, of eyelids tightened, Flesh heats through drowned pores,...
Mangled and dangled, And swung from the wings, A puppeteer mimics, The swell of all things, Precautious and clueless, You buckle on stage,...
glassy skin and wooden eyes, condensing oils transmuted lies, forgetful appearance a face just blurred, individual personality yet no voice...

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