I held her book to my chest closed my eyes and sighed.I want to write like her, I saidmy voice meek on a smallwave of breath. the wordsdaggered between my ribsand guilt bled out in crimsonrivulets. why is it so difficultto want to write like me? whydoes it feel like only in deathwill come the… Continue reading POEM A DAY – August 31
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POEM A DAY – August 26 & 27
CONTENT WARNING! one poem includes 'poop' talk, the other is a tad erotic. (You're welcome.) August 26 TMI we’re standing in a forestthree women: two youngone me, aged in the middle I have to go to the bathroom.nature’s toilet surrounds me.earlier someone said: TMI means tell me immediatelyI laughed from my underbelly.well in that case…… Continue reading POEM A DAY – August 26 & 27
POEM A DAY – AUGUST 8
Maps III MotherAlwaysPointed,Screaming
