releasing & growing

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

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my sore heart exposed, doused in alcohol once again, the burning brews, ferments upon flesh, raw, bubbling up the harshness, how it burns, How i’m burning again, the oil scorching the skin, flesh raw, I am hurting. This hurts. and I want to scream. I am screaming, the clouds still part from the blue in […]