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Mariana, you may be the deepest trench,
but there is still life in you.
Whatever is resting in the pit of your chest is
foreign, strange,
but maybe this change is okay.

The pressure is crushing, relentless,
may we beg forgiveness for the conditions
in which you had to suffer.

Titanic, the way the pain drops,
oceanic, the way you swallow and swallow
and do not stop.

You cannot teach what you have learned,
and maybe now you must imagine the value
is in your belly, your heart, your throat,
the way you learned to sink and float.

Power in the lilac blue of your skin,
the tred of all that sticky sea foam,
you meet the land and sky and,
do not choke, do not choke.

am kennedy, “Mariana: broken bottle letters to the sea floor”

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Let it go, you know,
that woman has never tucked you
into anything so safe as a bed.
She said, i love you,
but that’s not what she meant.
The cement in the bottom of your heart
means that sometimes you
sink faster than you swim,
but then again the brine
tastes better than tears,
better than all the fears
she read you as bedtime stories.
You’re a bad buoy but a good sailor,
a turn of tides that would
make a grown man weep
could he see how carefully you keep
your head above water.

am kennedy, “The anchor tattoo”

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Sometimes the weight of living
Will shove you to your knees
In muddy, wormed graveyard dirt,
And ask if you’ve had enough.
It is then that you will get up
And ask for more.

am kennedy, “Serving size may vary” (via siilentiary)

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siilentiary:

For November I’m trying to make sure I write a little something every
day since I’m not doing NaNoWriMo. But I need prompts! Does
anyone have ideas or seen a good November prompts post? ?

x am kennedy

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For November I’m trying to make sure I write a little something every
day since I’m not doing NaNoWriMo. But I need prompts! Does
anyone have ideas or seen a good November prompts post? ?

x am kennedy

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The ache is an indeterminate shape,
without fill or match,
the rest of you bends around the gravity of loss.
The crush of weight, the cavity of empty,
an ocean so great but it cannot fill
the bucket of your chest.

All that’s left is the rest of living,
the doing that must be done, done well,
despite the capsized swallowing star
demanding you feed it the rest of you.
There is more, there is everything left to love
outside the indeterminate shape,
if you can learn how to live with such an ache.

am kennedy, “Loss and other L words”

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The trap door is not a trick of light,
but a dark pit all the same.
The bathtub fear,
I sing to sirens beneath the water
who never came up for air.

Does it matter that I drip everywhere I go?
That although I get there I am shaking,
quaking on a measurable scale.

On the stage my primary motivation is Fear,
the way it shears off bits of me
until I am only the hardest parts
that can take a spotlight.

My heart, so soft, I keep on the highest shelf.
Fine China for only special occasions,
I collect dust until it clogs my chest,
afraid the only way to rest will be a hospital bed.

The black door darling croons from the corner
giving me what ifs until the sun has gone and come.

Knock three times and then salt the floor,
I just need to know what it’s like
not to have this specter at my door.

Open the basement and
shove the Fear in,
again, again, again.

am kennedy, “No one’s afraid of wolves anymore”