SteamA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
I always felt this anger
as if it was bubbling up inside like a scorching pan spitting oil onto whoever it could reach I am frightened that one day someone will finally see the steam whistling from my ears and I am frightened that one day it will disappear completely
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Added on July 29, 2015 Last Updated on July 29, 2015 Author
Emmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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