releasing & growing

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

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Sometimes I wish she never did what she did,Didn’t cut me up into pieces of flesh,Didn’t leave me out, so vermin could come take a bite,Mould me, annihilate me, strip me,Take me in turns, steal my arm, my eyes, my legs, my freedomI want to take it all back,The time she took, every second she […]