releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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My truth lies within the rivers that are my fingertipsWeeping water finding its way through my blood,Reaching slowly into every root of every strand of hairOf every freckle that once used to dot my faceTruth lies within my throat,Curdling at the sight of any liesFinds itself trickling its way up to the mouthLike frothing, it […]