Before I learned to drink my own

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The Magician ©Shannon Mastromonico 2020

I used to drown in others’ poisons
before I learned to drink my own
before I learned to smile through my teeth
instead of discharging it
forcing them to eat crow
I see my sensitivity as gold
and now I see the pain
in the lies I was told
So I let it slip
through my fingers to go
backwards, wrapping itself
with anything
I have no use for


and I have learned

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Phasing ©Shannon Mastromonico 2020

I remember everything
especially the times you held space
when no one else would
The way you showed me that it is okay
to accidentally break things
or to spill milk
When you gave me a home
The way you cheered
when I sang
I remember you with my friends
and how they thought you were the coolest

This is a blanket
with frayed silk edges and it covers
any mixed-up words
or mixed-up worlds
between us, through the years
and there were many

It was a teaching
and I have learned

We were daughters and brothers once
in other lives. In this one
you weren’t what I called you

There is no word
for someone who shapes
the person you are


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Different Dimensions ©Shannon Mastromonico 2020

Constellations on my own skin


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Ephiphany ©Shannon Mastromonico 2020

A coming to the truth


an oracle, maddening

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©Shannon Mastromonico 2020

I can walk between worlds and I have
the earth always, tearing everything
storms flood my steps towards healing
creating a chaos
I keep waking from
Halfway through falling
my skin smelling like rain
and fresh wounds healing
Water as a conduit, my sea salt tears
and my blood, as it stops boiling
I start to warm
from every low point and even lower
Rolling in years
of these storms and my own stardust
I feel it touch the back of my neck
My spine sparks lightning and I collect it
like drops of rain and I bathe
Twisting. An oracle, maddening


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Trapped In A Heart-Shaped Box For Weeks ©Shannon Mastromonico 2020

The black hole in my universe


The day I took my power back

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Night & Day ©Shannon Mastromonico 2020

I sat with my phone in my hand, wondering how or even if I should respond. It had been at least a year since we spoke. I want to say that I was sad or feeling a need to reconnect, but that would be a lie.

This time had been a revelation and a gift.

That’s the insidious nature of it, you never really know until you aren’t in front of it anymore.

“I thought maybe enough time had gone by that we could meet up and talk.”

The words shifted in and out of focus with my tears (of f****** frustration). …

About

Shannon Mastromonico

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