releasing & growing

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

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his malicious whispers,gasping at the taste of love,swalling whole the taste of absolute,and solute, frivelous lumps of salt,wiping away his tears,he allows the clutter to be swallowed,he blinks three times,tells me nobody knows who he really is,that nobody listens, and this is my brother,this is my flesh and blood, my lost child,I look at them […]

Sweet Moon,with its gentle pull on my womb,with its nails sunk deep into my chest,it seems as though I have been overthrown by Might,the Moon and all its delightseems to have lost its way,While orbiting the Sun,seems to have got lost on its way around to meet its keeper, Moon,shine your light on me,forsake me […]