poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Didn’t they teach you child?Teach you to soften your tongue,become like clouds,like molten lava bubbling,in place of saliva,let it burn your skin child,Didn’t they teach you child?Made you soft like the birth of children,how limp the body becomes,she turns into a soldier after wailing from the painpower surge that bolts into her arms,the screams of […]