No. 1
By Kaitlinn Rose Estevez
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My soul feels a thousand years old,
too large to fit in this carapace,
it forms wrinkles on my twenty two year old face.
I wish to see all that I have seen.
But I keep it from these child eyes.
(Still, I dig, lurking in the dusty attics of its cavern
to access the capacity of my knowing).
It remains withheld,
it is locked in a chest, covered with floorboards,
to ensure I never leak back to myself.
Just as the shoreline does not taste every sea on her sands,
for it carries too much depth under its waves
to crash upon the same bank.
If only she knew what she was linked to,
that her tiny coast hugs onto the tip of a kingdom.
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