VOICEMAILS
15:45
i let too much of my youth spoil away—now, my soul is an apple chewed off. used and rotten to the core
16:03
why am i still in bed
16:27
it gnaws on my mind like a worm in fruit and it's relentless. why did i fall in love with hatred?
17:30
can i please get out of bed
18:15
i see white washed tiles
18:48
i held my heart with my mouth and i chewed on it until little bits of muscle got stuck in between my teeth. hopelessness is never getting that toothpick and anxiety is living with it encrusted between my teeth
21:00
i want to tell my mother that i feel heavy
21:15
can i tell you a secret? i don't think father is coming back
22:00
dios ko, i might just believe in you
23:13
religion has been a big part of my life but i never feel its presence. sometimes i wonder if my mother knows this too and sends me a god i don't believe in just to punish me for my religious disbelief
23:18
pixellated tears
0:00
i'll just stay in bed
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I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
