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And then there's this boy with his hand on the doorframe
and he's tall for his age, or young for his height.
silver onthe door couldperhaps be black
when these wings crack and split I guess
you have lost your way
dark surrounds your face and all you can see
is whatever's in your head
this doorframe thickens and smallens
The house cracks and falls out of the sky
and then there's this boy
too tall for his age
or too young for his height. Pressure on him swells
I never said or knew why his hands were made of silver
or perhaps black.
or perhaps his hands were the door.
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Anyone else in front of me would have had to be tragic
with all my huffing and grumping
I should reverse and reverse and unGrow
I feel so unSafe anywhere today.
I burned myselfwith the iron
and I can't touch my own skin
unless it is with sharp things, to pull off fingernails
I should really stop that.
I feel so UnSafe anywhere today, in my room
outside, inside.
outside, inside my skin
my house, my whole universe.
The streets which meet my feet
are unsafe
littered with their open newspapers.
I can't walk where people talk
I am not allowed to
see where they be
I can't live where they live.
I can't open my eyes on them.
I shall have to close them for always.
I thought these things would change
or go away
But it only gets worse, every time I breathe in.
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