releasing & growing

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

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her eyes,like Onyx,a whole river can be rocked to sleep inside them,her spirit, firey alive,with all the plants that live inside her,branching out leaves that create vines down her arms,opening out at hands,that stretch wide,like the petals of a flowering blossoming,her roots found only in earth,in ground, in warm soil,understanding the balance of how to […]

tip tap,on traps, that are mouths,that snap shut when caught,teeth clattering,like a charade of dominoes that fall,one by one,this is not jenga,where you can remove a piece and still stay solid,fall.your tongue becoming a soup for sin to play amongstouch.iron throat,now welded into ghostly attire,clang,wearing a cage down below,holding a heart and lungs that seem […]