poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
beat my skin,and weld it away,you have stolen my tongue,made my stomach a pit full of knots,you took the flowers out my home,and left me a carcass,I am tired of feeling so helpless,so relentlessly broken from the thought of you,why,oh why,must I bury these bones in the ground,when I wasn’t the killer,neither is it a […]
my body is in urgency to stretch,to run like a wolf,to pirhouette into the night,and howl at the moon,I want to move within the stream of my blood as if it was home,nourish it, with all things purple and green,want to roll in the mud, and the sand,throw my whole body into freedom,naked into fresh running water,and let it […]