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My name is Aubrey, I'm 17, and from the beautiful state of Washington. I love reading and writing poetry, photography, and all kinds of art.

countless hours
our’s grow 
nothing
takes away
another chance
cringing

talk to me

I feel the way midsummer
heat brings my bedroom
down to a sticky and wet neck.

She knows it too,
in her unconscious brain.
Sheets, my sheets, tossed

half a torso length.
Wearing my shirt
like a dress — she’s so small.

Black bands slope past clavicles
down to black silk
circles under grey floral print.

She doesn’t know the word
freckle
as if her whole skin organ

has rejected the very thought
of becoming
less than perfect. 

the whole “poem a day” thing… uh… didn’t work… 

but if you like my stuff, I will use this space to just post my poetry that hits me when it does, even if it isn’t every day XD

Today
karma will make me
her bitch

because we did something so
despicable that
I don’t know if I can live with

my actions
it is heart-wrenching,
and this is over dramatic

because
all we did
was steal water from Home Depot 

Superstitious

has
four syllables and

t h i r t e e n
letters long

it is unlucky in
so many cultures 

A Long Time

hate
makes me sick
i feel it work into my veins
and

hate
will consume me again
but it’s not
just

hate
it’s also longing
for a place that
i

hate
so much
love
not enough.