you have taken all—
no. no.
i have given all to you willingly
in the name of staying as soft
as gossamer. who says kindness
has no price? please, tell that to
the bones i've snapped and
scattered across the floor. out.
out! i'm sorry for the blood in
this poem—between you and
me it was all spilled in vain—i've
severed my tongue as to not
recite atrocities and have found
myself flightless since my exile.
who says kindness is rewarded?
all i've seen are the shackles of
gluttony. all i hear are the promises
of unfounded liberty.
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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...
