Blue is the color of my bloodbefore the knife enters my back. Backstabbers. Blue is the color of my veins before I slit them whole. Scarred. Blue is the color of the sky that I used to stare up at before it turned gray. Polluted.  Blue is the color that looks best against my pale, dead skin.  Alone. Blue is the color of my face after I […]
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I hear that soft underbelly of a voice and I'm staring at you. I hear it in my asl teacher, my therapist, my sister. That biting of the tongue-that swallowing of teeth- that choking of spit that is not really choking, swallowing, or biting at all. It's in the mauling from a dog that has […]