Poems from kategalleran

  I wish there was someone who looked at my stretchmarks the way I look at photos of tributaries with mystical longing of touch. I wish...
  I wish there was someone who looked at my stretchmarks the way I look at photos of tributaries with mystical longing of touch. I wish...
This child jumping around with a smile on her face, naked. Not only is she naked of clothes but naked of the harshness of reality. No one...
Boys, they always told me I sounded like a victim, always told me i was victimizing myself. And maybe they were right. I’ve been trying to...
I am a cigarette. I feed the addiction. I’m thin and self conscience, like all of the girls who smoke them. I hate everything I am. As a...

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