Traumatic dreams mix with current times
Back to when I was waiting to be saved by a two-hour drive
These hounds bark at the most peculiar things
The maggots are falling from the ceiling and when they land it stings
My bones grow out of my skin I am losing my teeth
And I am forced to go back when my body sings itself to sleep
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
