All things with graceA Poem by Rebecca
I want to become so soft like a bad fruit,
that my pores open up and the bees exchange my innards for sweet honey. My body will be riddled with holes so big the love is able to creep in. Maybe then will I feed the parts of me that I don’t know yet how to care for. I hope to forgive myself for not rotting overnight. All things with grace take sweet time. © 2021 Rebecca |
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Added on May 14, 2021 Last Updated on May 14, 2021 Author
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