poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
In delight,I have found myself,Broken, In delight,I find myself,Break, Over time I have found myself putting the pieces of my shattered self back together,Like a xylophoneMaking music with each bone,Something always out of tune ,With green vines and olives ,I find myself gently forcing skin back into flesh,I try to mould myself with the glass […]