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Draining Oceans
See Dede was a troublemaker
But now she’s subdued
Now she’s silent
Invisible
When she was younger her father thought her eyes were too small so he went ahead and made them bigger
She’d come to school all quiet and blue
But the teachers never asked her where she got her face tattoos
Because Dede was a troublemaker
When Dede was really little her eyes held oceans
Before she got swallowed
She loved to read books
The kind that people would stutter over the words but she drank them instead of water
Lived off only that and air
Became so light people told her she was going to go places
Then her father stopped leaving the house,
Money and her mother stopped coming in
Stress came about in violent ways
Black and blue became the pigment of her skin
He pulled her down from the sky since he was drowning
With each pull some of the ocean fell from her eyes.
It rained for weeks
Now she’s grounded.
Trouble.
She started drinking things other than water but she didn’t notice because it’s all the same colorless color
And she started to breathe things other than air, trying to get high like she used to be
But clouds only held white and gray and her eyes were forever red
See Dede was a troublemaker
Living below sea level where the blue and shadows are supposed to be dancing across her skin
She lives to forget the sky but she craves it
She tries to fly sometimes
But tying yourself to a rope to float is hardly science
She’s a walking juxtaposition
Carves her skin to make the pain go away
Keeps a tally on how much she hates herself on her legs
Her house can’t stop playing the same scream soundtrack
Her happiness is a ghost limb
As she grew her hatred did too
She’s always tired from waking up
She went further into the darkness
The more she sank the more she shrank
Until she was so small people stepped over her trying not to get themselves dirty
Nobody wanted to help the trouble
Nothing was said and nothing was done
Something was said and nothing was done
Nothing was done, so she did nothing
She started to believe her father
So she became nothing
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