Misalign, by Keana Aguila Labra
- teenbellemag
- Aug 10, 2019
- 1 min read
Malignant growths are unmanageable,
it cracks below the surface
and my hands spiral out of control
we’ll fill in the flaws with silence.
My eyes steer without consideration.
Though, I learn difficult truths
hoping to grow thicker skin,
(I flake under pressure.)
I do not benefit
out of this exchange
yet I linger,
yet I stay.
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