Month: June 2025
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[unsaid]
I remember the shake in my hands,a tremor not of cold, but of something else—the flash of a face I’d buriedbeneath a thousand what-ifs. He walks through the door,and my body knows him,before my mind catches up.A heartbeat too fast,a voice too familiar—it’s not him I’m afraid ofbut the space he left inside me. I…
amelia james poetry
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[the wake]
Years Lost in His Wake I lost pieces of myself and never noticed until they were gone. How do you know you’re losing yourself when it happens slow? Like drowning in a glass of water— you never see it coming. I kept waiting for him to see me. But I was invisible the whole time.…
amelia james poetry
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[circus]
Every time you call me crazy,I hear the sound of a gong,and there you are,the ringmaster in your circus,twisting the truth into contorted shapesand selling the lie like candy. You spin your tales,as I sit in the center,trapped in a cage of your design,with a spotlight burning me alive.You call me crazy,but what does that…
amelia james poetry
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[she stayed]
she knew it was burning but she called it light— swore if she stood still long enough he might learn how to hold her without hurting she read every silence like scripture every lie like a maybe every almost like hope people said “you should’ve left” but they never knew how he looked at her…
amelia james poetry
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