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Afterparty

After all the guests
Left their fingerprints
On every window
And scuffs up and down
Each hallway,
I searched for you.
I looked underneath
The stacks of jackets
Forgotten by those
Donning flushed cheeks,
Peeked in the guest room,
Let your name shake
Now empty glasses clattering
And cluttering countertops.
They said you slipped out
While I was still dancing;
Now I just have pity parties,
All…

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Pinned

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Was God tired of
Watching Their child suffer?
Did They call you
Home gracefully?
Did your body decide
It was more drained
Than your palms,
Raised in praise?
Was there nothing left
To be thankful for?
Was the only thing
You could pray for
An end to the pain?
Did God walk you home
Peacefully,
Or did you fight valiantly
Against evil, to end up
Exhausted at…

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Sep 22

I write about the darkness to bring it to light.

I write about the depression to push back on its heaviness. Keep it at bay.

I don’t want to sit in the dark by myself. I can’t imagine that anyone wants to deal with the weight of the world on…

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Maggie Bowyer

Maggie Bowyer

Freelance writer. UNGODLY, WHEN I BLEED: POEMS ABOUT ENDOMETRIOSIS and more