Let It Lie
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Anger Poems
I killed a dream dead with my own two hands
Wielding the knives of my sentences
As you sat across, unsuspecting
Letting me overpower you
My emotional instability no match for your reasoning
And now it can’t be undone
I’ll always remember you
As the words in my journal
As if dreamt into existence
Remembering the bits and pieces
Trying to decipher them all later
Creating a narrative to give sadness or hope
All depending on my mood that day
An amalgam of angst and antidepressants
Culminating in “you deserve better”
more by KRISTEN GREEN
photograph by Abigail Keenan
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