poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
oh my beloved,I am free,I have been engulfed and enriched in your every power,in each moment of every song that has ever left my mouth,I am free,you carved me through sorcery,a painful surgery,encisions and wounds,a punctured heart,yet with all this song you placed in my mouth,my pallete has ripened,it has softened in places it never […]