what are we
if not tangles of consciousness intertwining?
you murmur words of encouragement
as the years wear through my dirty skin,
revealing the tally marks
my sadness earns against me.
i beg your ravenous hands
to let me go.
- S.M.
"insatiable"
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Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
