He says he is an atheist, so I tell him how I am like God, he will not deny my existence.
I am like religion, he will not refuse my truth, my sins, my love, my creation.
The wolf inside my chest is telling me to rip their throat out with my teeth but I am choosing not to.
When they tell me that my womanhood is something to be ashamed of, I strip naked, covered in hair and blood and determination, my purest form.
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Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poesiea collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
