My lines lie

Dented and hollow, Blurry blasts of fresh air fresh from the tree My bones can breathe again My heart howls Drowsy and hot Rain rushes from suns and gushes in glee My tongue can taste again. My eyes hound you Quiet and still Webbing up thoughts and letting down peers My life can start again.

Waiting in the wings

I wish the mentally unwell would wear stars My family is hard to find these days We could form an army like the nightsky And be hounded as a pack My spine has started to grow roots And I actually don’t mind being alive With samplings as dried up as ours We need all the... Continue Reading →

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