could there not have been
a lesser way of teaching me
the foundations of trust?
i had no desire of reprising
the role of the tragic prince.
the slander was so unnecessary.
the poisoned sword too.
i mean, is this lesser version
of my former person everything
you imagined? have i now become
everything you hoped to bear
witness to? inhumane and grotesque.
i am your creature. your feign. untrusting
and demeaned. forged by conjecture
and cooled by your greed. i have been
evicted from my purity. blameless,
yet still forced to concede.
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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...
