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Adapted from Homer, The Iliad
// David Benioff, Troy
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I’m strangled, weakish, damped
I’m a hanger,
An old wood or a quirked cold metal
I’m a broken glass,
the vase
white hope to be filled out
just to be enough.
I’m deadly serious
and completely wiped off with my tracks
I suffer and I sabotage
I’m the map with the traps
I’m a destination
I’m a anticipation
Or just a flap.
I wait forever only to see your eyes
I wait forever to feel myself the way I was drawn.
Everything feels like the first time and nothing feels exactly like that.
I wanna keep on waiting but I’d hate it with the minute I start.
Held in abeyance~ Dec2024 me
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I’ve had to learn to be kind to myself, and I think characters are a therapeutic way for me to do that. When Beth and I aligned, I’d had a really crazy year, because I made Emma, had a day off, then I did Last Night in Soho, had a day off, and then it was The Queen’s Gambit. For the first time, I was like, “I need to take care of myself in a very aggressive way, because otherwise I’m not going to be able to do this well.”
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Maybe soon I’ll explode…
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