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Hello beauties, since this is a space where I share my thoughts and just have a little brain explosion into writing I thought I would share something I have been thinking a lot about recently and maybe just have this space open as a discussion. 1,052 more words

Regurgitation

butterflies beat helplessly

swallowed as they are

churn my innards

molting into molten

lava

I open my mouth

tentative and horrified

spew steaming streams

of magmatic

truth

upon the screen

Poetry

Eyes Open

On the morning of 9/11, I was driving to the college when the first plane hit. In class that morning, we watched together as the second plane struck its target. 678 more words

Speaking My Truth

Discomfort, Unrehearsed

my truths

scratch your surface

unsettling as nettles

woven through

silken scarves

despite laundering

airbrushing

ironing

they refuse to lie

flat

soft

convenient

conventional

my reality… 30 more words

Poetry

Speaking My Truth

I’ve accepted that I cannot ever again trust my mother.

Even though the instinct is there — the want, theĀ need — is there, I know rationally that it’s best for everyone involved if I don’t listen to a word she says. 627 more words

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