potential is an open flame and i am a
child ignorant of the pain fire brings to
skin. potential held me softly when i was
thirteen. whispered sweet nothings in my
ear when i was sixteen. then left me black
and blue by the time i reached twenty-one
potential has green eyes and black hair
and a laugh that makes my spine tingle.
potential is unrequited and bitter.
potential is my active imagination
running wild. potential tell me,
we could be something beautiful
couldn't we. we could be something
special. while it has its hands shoved
down my throat trying to rip my heart out.
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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...
