Poetry Writing

easy girl

It gets easier not to pick at your nails,

the incessant pluck flick pluck.
It gets easier to shut your eyes at night
without checking for bodies in your closet.
It gets easier to listen to those songs
again, the songs imbedded with evil.
It gets easier making friends who
understand writing and withhold judgment.
It gets easier to ease words out
of your brain the more you write.
It gets easier to admit the word rape
even with the acid it leaves in your mouth.
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