releasing & growing

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

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I have a wolf living inside of me,she howls,estranged from her pack,she sings herself to sleep everynight,in hopes her mother would come,and cradle her,but just how the day could never meet the night,It seemed she was born into the wrong home,Throat cut in quartets,Making a master piece of art,my Body,Howling,Growling,Weeping.My mother, laughing, not knowing any […]