poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
embrace me with open chest,the sun and its friends are out to play,working a rhythm into my skin,kneading away at bruises,enough for public function,putative smiles for the satisfaction of others,but now,now they are real,light melting my tongue,dripping far and wide,sunlight accepts me whole,this is my garden,and I am growing fruitful plants,blooming from a ground that […]