Today I bought a beautiful blooming cacti. Crazy as I can be I love it. The threatening thorns that reach out as to reassure rascals to render or else they won't leave without a wound so severe it seems salt has been dumped down to discourage any last bit of determination. It's my little protector I know I can sleep peacefully free of fear.
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PoetryThese are poems. These are pieces of me pulled from the darkest part of my brain. These are not all one poem but they are all one book and they are all one brain. **strong language and possible triggers**
