Illustration by Vetill Binondo
Forewarning: The following poems describe rape, suicide, abortion, and mental illness/es. Reader discretion is advised.
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Late noon.
The mellow sun
Is ripe gold in the sky,
Casting 3 oโclock shadows on
The trees.
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Mid-flight,
Your radiance
Wanes my wings; and I knew
Iโd die for the chance to kiss you,
My sun.
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Take me.
Spread my petals
On your bedโs mattress, and
Turn my skin into liquid gold.
Iโm yours.
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My love,
Iโve been waiting
Since midnight at our spot;
Yet dawn has come, and you are still
Not here.
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Greed is
The ill pasture
My wretched soul so claims,
Upon which my befouled roots shall
Decay.
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Hands, lips,
Unwanted touch.
His skin invades my skin.
Would he have stopped if I said "no"
Never.
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'Tis frail,
My aching soul,
To which the nightmares come;
To which the faithful dawn is but
A lore.
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Anxious.
I bite the pill
The way I bite my tongue.
It leaves me numb and empty, like
A ghost.
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Doctor,
I donโt want it.
Itโs only 3 months old.
Yes, Iโm sureโcan you do it?โGood.
Thatโs good.
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Our crimes
Go beyond grave,
Each done and still doing;
Lingering like a ghost, never
Fading.
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She asked,
โWhat is your name?โ
โI donโt know,โ I tell her.
She cried. In her tears, I saw a
Stranger.
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Mercy
In the shape of
A bullet in my gun,
Because it is faster than my
Cancer.
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