poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Divorce me, I say, three timesShrieking can be heard in the courtyardGlass smashes, making a charade of a paintingBlood and skin thickens thriving to protect the body from painThe heart now abandoned, left to beat without an owner Divorce me I shriek, three timesA house shatters to the groundObliteratedThe stars up above shake in colossalGod […]