The Corpse Gets Restless

Feeling the need to dig up my creative side and allow my thoughts to be placed into text. I will dismiss my own criticism and self-judgment when it comes to creative expression

The artist in me
has been buried
because the artist in me
does not justify
as a 'plan'
to society
to graduation guests
or to relatives
isn't it a funny thing
in burying parts of yourself
the pieces only go deeper
into your body
and your soul
eventually
the corpse
gets restless

Author's Note

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