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I wish there

had been a physical

slap across my face

 

Don’t talk to your Nana

that way! She’s not a dog.

 

Then what am I?

 

A physical pain

assaults me when the shout

comes without warning.

 

If you break that dryer,

you’ll be sorry.

 

I already wished

I wasn’t born.

 

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About blackwinterrosethorn

I am an artist and a writer whose living in Virginia. I go to Hollins University and I am a double minor in Creative Writing and Music. I've been writing for about eleven or twelve years. I've been singing forever and I have been drawing and painting for four or five years. I am open to doing commissions and collaborative pieces. View all posts by blackwinterrosethorn

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