Poems by (Linda)

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  • My best art comes from the psychoanalysis of...
    My muse is lit by the fire of internal wreckage...

  • When your spirit is feeling heavy
    and the liquor makes you sad...

  • Cancer is so f——ng dumb. It’s like okay...
    Dope...

  • I’m not sure if it was my tax-free street...
    bodily-harm PTSD trauma type of shxt...

  • Insider (2) 2

    The plague of the USA.
    At the Giant Eagle checkout...

  • I feel like the pain I have been waking up with
    since they “removed” my cancer...

  • I feel most people live in a constant state of...
    It’s a daily mannerism to be mildly dishonest...

  • Energy (2) 4

    The mental blackout curtains,
    the heavy, wet fabric laid on my cerebellum...

  • I want your pupils to fill with warm 8:30 PM...
    I wish to hear what you need to fix...

  • I am pretty.
    By most conventional understanding, that’s me...

  • It’s like the space my uterus was
    is filled with confusion...

  • Balls (2) 2

    I still feel like a child.
    Maybe the universe isn’t so cruel...