I am capable of great things
used to be my favourite threat
before I scattered myself to the three winds
in every direction but the right one
Good riddance! I decided
and bend over backwards to eat my words
to work like the ratrace was worth it
—like I could recall
why I went along with it all.
Splinters puncture my toes
and I leave them be.
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Blood Orange Periphery / 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
Poetry❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. Th...
