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stefanie's creations

september 20th:
war paint: an outward battle cry of the war raging within.
today my face feels shattered; a  bullet through seamless thinly stretched metal. I heard aluminum gives birth defects to the unborn, so why do we use the damn stuff?
I exist.
I am coming into being, I want to 'let myself be poor again' (Rilke). I do it everyday. I screw up and mess up all this outward appeal. makes me want to try harder.
maybe I get afraid because he knows me.

september 21st: You are Atlas from the ancient Greeks. 
You carry me on your back like a feather.
everyone tells me that i will be. I think that's cruel, to tell the bird she's a fish... she will suffocate in the water welled up in her tiny hollow lungs..
this is why I must look to You,
my Atlas,
and place my name in your ever-capable hands.