i'm in my hungriest season
growing pains. growing pains.
i'm starved from all this turmoil
black ink and pillow stains.
heartache makes me famished
for innocence.
you will know this thirst. a gift.
if it's the last thing i deliver unto.
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honey, i'm healing | poetry and prose
Poetry"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew and beautiful and loved." From the author of "The Diary of Hungry Girls" comes this seven part prelude. Honey, I'm Healing is Haig Moses's col...
