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Hand to breast, Hand to womb
Slips of reality, slips of another
Purple feels heavy, suffocating
Yellow, my calm and steady
Blue, a cascading..
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When I was a young girl, I'd sing pretty songsAnd dream of the days I'd be freeFree from the shackles placed firmly at birthBy parents who knew nothin..
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Fire gaping from my mouth
Flames licking my eyelids
Heat radiating from my hands
For a world where my children
Would not need such resilience..
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You turned my well intentioned rational
onto its head and created a power struggle
Where you placed yourself above me
And above my morality and ju..
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When it rains we all feel the moisture. We gather our umbrellas and boots for the puddles. We stare out our windows and search for some sun. The cloud..
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You smell of overturned dirt and protection
Scents that feel primal but nurtured
I bare my canines, but you heed no warning
I am safe
I am pale..
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Gentle hands held out in gesture.
I surrender mine.
Our eyes meet for the last time
Too soon after meeting
Though I see you, grateful
Thankful ..
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Predispositions and prejudicePile high outside patient roomsDrowning in dependencyForsaken, some sacred oathsThis is self-inflicted, deserved.But unde..
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Thats enough
Thank you, breaker of boundaries
For instilling boundary lines
Lighting them ablaze
And setting the firm
I've had enough of be..
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White with black stripes
Weathered and ragged
Tailfeathers blown through
With bullets
This is what I am thankful for:
Slow breaths and deep s..
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