Kailey Medzadourian
I share the same moon as my enemy,
but never the sun
because it burns.
Stuffed to the brim,
yet they continue to feed me—
and since they say,
‘never bite the hand that feeds you,’
I bite my own.
Every day is an interview,
I’ve got white knuckles
from hanging on for too long.
My miracle
is someone else’s tragedy,
but I’m against feeling guilty
most days.
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