Quaranzine

Artist Statement

Ellen loves lavender kombucha and little rays of sunshine.

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sand paper

june 2nd 2020 

by Ellen Murray

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I've kissed bits of sand paper

So now I know how not to love.

My lips are rough 

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Terrible things. 

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Kissing brick and stone

The plunging terror of love lost, 

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Love never found. 

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I corset myself in steal and fear

Bundled tight in emptiness 

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Tight lips that choose not scream. 

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I've touched fire

So now I know not to burn.

My ribs are scorched. 

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Wretched things. 

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I'll fashion a gown of sand paper and fire

So proximity doesn't become mine. 

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My lips are rough 

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Terrible things.