Category: poetry
broken gladly
My Place
coextinction
[sc name="responsivevoice" ][/sc] i don’t need to make it better. don’t need to believe it will get better, or that everything will be alright, or that there was some purpose to it, that will be revealed later, once i have healed. i don’t need to hope, that once these raw wounds, have scabbed over, and…
Tin Man
Najagualr
yes i have changed rearranged a few things learned to tiptoe on all fours it was necessary to my healing to suppress my human feelings on a precipice i was reeling stabilized before keeling the stories good people tell the scary ones about demons and hell reveal their hidden fears too well truth is there’s…