After 17 years
I found my missing baby sock,
I fought invisible hands,
I drowned my own body
& I had to be friends with my past
for it back.
Now that I finally won,
the world has continued to spin,
the birds have continued to chirp
& living has been smelling sweet,
sweet like a vanilla candle
and my lonesome baby sock
finally has its pair back
& everything seems so complete.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
