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Julia W

She is

Swollen skies and stomachs stitched from shipwrecks, the ocean is an ache that lives in my chest, she has swallowed me whole, but I have forgotten how to swim. My legs shake above my cavity bones, my spider leg finger tips balling into fists as they hit the bathroom floor: she is an ache in my chest I keep there on purpose.

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