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 Feb 2019 Wolf
Jenna
Red Walk
 Feb 2019 Wolf
Jenna
The color of death,
is conceived as red
blinking consistently,
threateningly, and
annoyingly

Time slows to seconds
for there is a timer
to mark my death
white, rectangle strips
draw me to,
My last resting place
 Feb 2019 Wolf
jay
If everything was gone,
would living without crying be easier?
please stop, don't be so kind
whatever i do i cant understand.
WHY CAN'T I UNDERSTAND YOU?
If everything was gone,
If I was gone,
would dying while smiling be easier?
 Feb 2019 Wolf
Poolza
Roses
 Feb 2019 Wolf
Poolza
Roses are blue
Violets are red
You are dead
 Feb 2019 Wolf
Matthew
d
o
w
n

she goes
falling
and
stabbed
   b    y   her
jagged mistakes
cutting open the skin
and watching the blood
drip
down her
blue skirt
the ground is getting
closer.
She looking toward her painful
future
with
wide open eyes
hands together
nodding
praying for the water to run gold
someone else to grab her away
miracles
are gone
or
never existed

ground
Grace under pressure
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