releasing & growing

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

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blood suckled skin,purple roses trickle the chest,black eye as gift,sharp claws rip surfaces,glass found on body and floor,no food for the hungry,hearts that hang low and weary,disabled mind,burns on tips of fingers as punishment. prayer in hand,they tell me she has heaven under her feet,I tell them to send me to hell.

no amount talons in the world,could suffice what she has scarred across my chest,the bubbling blood,with devils horns,and shards found in supple skin,anaemic veins now housing the body,half blood and half oxygen consuming cages as chests for what lays cold within,fight with bare hands,protect my brothers bodies from the horrors she burnt us with,the burns, […]