Typhoid Kelsey
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A secret \'Why?\'A Poem by Typhoid KelseyWhat did I do? |
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Looks like rage.A Poem by Typhoid KelseyAddressed to my younger brother. |
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Given up.A Poem by Typhoid KelseyI retch and, convulse and heave Dirty tile floor, clinging to porcelain -I'm so tired, I can't keep doing this- a shell that in any other time wou.. |
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Seven-Year Blood Trail.A Poem by Typhoid KelseyI hear dogma echoing through my house ideals from people who are terribly blind or very strong- I am small and see too much. I listen to the same o.. |
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The Unseen.A Poem by Typhoid KelseyMy paintbrushes are all nubs now-rubbed away like tinder-twigs dipped in invisible ink for messages in bottles and secret codes screaming what's to.. |
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Olive: The Girl Who Cried to Save the World.A Story by Typhoid KelseyAfter traumatized by watching the evening news, young Olive learns she cries dimes. Her father sells her out for a good cause--to save the world by ma.. |
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Spindle-wrists.A Poem by Typhoid KelseyFrail and sickly spindle-wrists not terminal but still legit and prone to shaky tremble fits she'd try to sleep but never deep it seems her brain.. |
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Manic No.1A Poem by Typhoid KelseyI don't remember writing this because it was written on no sleep in the dark in a manic phase so make of it what you will. |
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If God, Then WhyA Poem by Typhoid KelseyI don't find the idea of God difficult to believe, I just find his methods confusing. IF Suicide is such a sin- IF Your body is a temple- IF .. |
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GhostA Poem by Typhoid KelseyI saw your face today On someone else's body disproportionate to yours. It was strange to see you there even if it wasn't really you even if you .. |
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