dear reader: musings from a chill autumn evening, a hopeful little something for the rainy days
hope you enjoy :)
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for the lonely:
life is only that way
because you make it so
content living in a bubble
that is slowly flooding;
as a child you had your feet
submerged in a stream
of guilt and perhaps
pruned toes were
never quite so
life-threatening
now you are drowning and
there is no way out but
through
(i cannot teach you how to
swim,
but i can teach you how
to float;
better yet, to
breach out onto
the sand—
the life of a
newborn turtle
turned inside out
and played backwards)
i can give you a knife
and teach you how to wield it
but you are the one
who controls
the hand
(and musters the
courage)
you will hurt
but hurting means you are alive;
for the lonely:
you could cut through
with your fingernails
if you wanted
to
so, will you?
YOU ARE READING
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Poesiea collection of random pieces of poetry that i've written in 2023. (really, anything from love to surrealism.) huge thanks to anyone who reads this; most of the stuff in here probably makes absolutely no sense (even to me, lol). mostly inspired by t...
