Twenty. Almost twenty.
I feel it. I see it.
My hips. My hips! Wide and wide
like gates.
I am so good alone. I am so
powerful.
I am all words. I can craft castles from them. I can smite a beautiful boy
into gold.
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ECSTASY
Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
