see, there are years of restlessness inside of
my head; history like
eons of
nostalgia,
bitter wars,
famine, natural disasters;
enemies building fences between homes
like separation from god is the true meaning of hell.
// i’m all wrapped up in
this fucking skin; paperthin &
constricting—
—my body: blood & guts & muscle & bone all moving around, shifting bodily fluid.
useless, useless, useless.
there are years of resistance inside of
my head. / i’m sickened by
existence.
/ i want to go to bed.
Amber Renee, she/her, 26, writes from her home in suburban Bucks County, PA. A fool hopelessly in love with the pursuit of psycheverse knowledge, she often writes autobiographically. “Thoughts on This Most Recent Episode” was her 2016 full length collection of self-published poetry ruminating on her thoughts & illnesses. As recently as January 2020 she published a Poetry Picture book “i feel like i’m nothing” available online. Find her on social media @amberreneepoet
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