releasing & growing

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

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words cannot leave my mouth, I just stutter on sentences,cannot type,cannot scream, cannot fight this suffocating, my own hands, like scissors, cutting away at my flesh,my throat, a fairground for sensations and food to roll up from, my stomach is a tomb for these feelings, a playground for children playing with bloody hands, nauseous,nauseous I […]