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Out of Body. Out of Mind.

Every few months I get to meet myself again.
I look into the mirror and see a ghost.
Who am I? Where did I come from?
I know it’s me that I’m looking at
but nothing is recognizable.

“I have green eyes,” I tell myself.
This will be over soon,
I remember from the last time.
I am not scared of the stranger in front of me;
I wait with bated breath to know her name.

m.e. peters

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Pity.

Don’t look at me any differently.
Don’t cock your head to the side
with a half smile full of pity.
Don’t tell me you’re so sorry.
I wouldn’t change this for the world.

Trauma
turned me into iron.                               I fought tooth and nail to stand here.
I bled for this to be over
and now it’s over.

m.e. peters

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Art Credit: Nour

@sparksflyidraw

 

 

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Dear Daughters

 

Dear daughters,

I hope when you look up at me
you see more than surviving.
I hope you can smell gunpowder
on my torn open flesh-
see the wounds dripping from me
and know how hard I fought
to be your mother.

I pray you will fight, too,
because you are worth the war.
Worth should not have to claw
out of your bodies and make itself known.
Worth should live in the pit of your bellies,
festering and felt by you always.

You are not here for one reason;
you are here for a million.
Fight tooth and nail for these if you need to.
Do not survive this world, my daughters;
conquer it.

m.e. peters

 

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18.

I feel like a kid again when I am with you.
17 and shy.
18 and chasing
down the barrel of your loaded gun.

I wanted everything. I needed to feel it all.
Pleasure, pain.
A small scratch, a great ache.
As long as it belonged to you and me.

m.e. peters

 

 

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Photo Credit: Lanaya

@writing.for.the.calm