the weeds growing
sprouting from the holes in my back
stretch the surface and crack the skin
roots wrap through my rib cage
tangle within my intestines
constrict my beating heart
and i have to say i am okay
the knife wounds
cut deeper
the fourth
the fifth
sixth
seventh
eight
ninth
tenth
time the blade breaks my muscle tissue and inserts into my inward angel wings
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
