Earthquake's
Occasionally Occurs
In the world of her body.
Shaking crust's
And flooding sweats
her core beats like thunderclaps.
Until cracks appear
from her body to her soul
Till she's not so whole
She's a natural catastrophe
Dancing in her
own storm
can sometimes
be too lonely.
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Scattered Pieces
Poetry~if i learn the story behind each scattered pieces, will I finally know how the glass looked before it was broken... #25 & #24 in poets #1 in brokenpieces #1 in brokenglass #8 in poetry #8 in poetess #7 in originalpoetry #28 in poetrybook >None of...
