[i wasted my teenage years shrinking myself into bite sized pieces]

Muskan K?

i wasted my teenage years shrinking myself into bite sized pieces-
i have never known anything else.
my fingers are blue and are fading to a violent purple,
this body feels out of place like a fallen domino-
when will summer feel less like winter reborn,
and more like relief?
there’s a clock in my mind
reminding me that time has stolen my youth,
and that im both better and far worse than i was before.

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This is from a random instagram poem I stumbled across and haven’t really been able to find online, from what I understand she’s quite young. Anyway, her handle is @m.k.poet and I couldn’t even find what the ‘k’ is standing in for.