poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
My wounds need healingTheres not enough salt to kill tbe toxinsI keep scrubbing wih saltBut the burning isnt stoppingThe heart burning in fireAs if the rungs of my chest have been ripped openAnd let my soul looseMy tears haven’t stoppedThis anguish is growing greaterWhy wont this wound heal?Why wont my wound healNot enough salt to […]