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103. Elastic Potential
by Kea Campbell

My peanut butter eyes on caramel silk skin.
Butterflies flutter—folding in and famished—
beating and bowing before my bile-slick stomach. 
Flirting with my heart—an empty love, lost and lame. 
 
Pupils glued to my toes,
a sight caught in the corner of my vision—
bleeding blurry. 
Fain to find myself blighted thin.
Shadows march through my veins—

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70. Polysemy
by Kea Campbell

I find skipping efficient, but I'm not talking about child's play. 
The flavor looks bittersweet, yet I've tasted little in days.
Feeling light as a feather, but breeding worthwhile repercussions,
It takes perilous dedication to conceal the pain of perpetual hunger. 
 
I find masks protective, but I'm not talking about immunity.
It lies at my bedside, recharging each night, telling others I'm doing all right in the daytime. 
Isolation is serene, but I suffocate in contemplation.
I have yet to find even one who makes me fancy veracious authentication. 
 

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36. It's that uncomfortable feeling
by Kea Campbell

It's that uncomfortable feeling of being all alone,
Yet surrounded in a room full of people you know.
Except you don't know them, and they don't know you,
So you put on a new mask, and now you have two.



Tuesday 14 May 2024

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103. Elastic Potential
by Kea Campbell

My peanut butter eyes on caramel silk skin.
Butterflies flutter—folding in and famished—
beating and bowing before my bile-slick stomach. 
Flirting with my heart—an empty love, lost and lame. 
 
Pupils glued to my toes,
a sight caught in the corner of my vision—
bleeding blurry. 
Fain to find myself blighted thin.
Shadows march through my veins—

......

Continue reading
70. Polysemy
by Kea Campbell

I find skipping efficient, but I'm not talking about child's play. 
The flavor looks bittersweet, yet I've tasted little in days.
Feeling light as a feather, but breeding worthwhile repercussions,
It takes perilous dedication to conceal the pain of perpetual hunger. 
 
I find masks protective, but I'm not talking about immunity.
It lies at my bedside, recharging each night, telling others I'm doing all right in the daytime. 
Isolation is serene, but I suffocate in contemplation.
I have yet to find even one who makes me fancy veracious authentication. 
 

......

Continue reading
36. It's that uncomfortable feeling
by Kea Campbell

It's that uncomfortable feeling of being all alone,
Yet surrounded in a room full of people you know.
Except you don't know them, and they don't know you,
So you put on a new mask, and now you have two.



Tuesday 14 May 2024

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