gnarled hands enclosed around my throat
when I tried to scream for salvation
rough waves rocked my boat
and I was fated for damnation
yet somehow, instead of a floating soul
with a bruised past and tomorrow
you welcomed me inside your home
like I was not discarded by two others
drakoyne 彡
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Ivy Indigo
Poesíaa short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
