i remember feeling whole that day.
i remember feeling like an overfilled teacup, all warm and fluid
but dangerously close to falling.
at the hatter's table I balanced on the fringes of wonderland and reality,
brimming with metaphors.
the ones that had sounded like clanging a tea spoon against ceramic
over and over for too long.
choking back on lumps of sugar, I overflowed.
spilled my insides into a tattered piece of paper
unruly scribbles of subdued emotion
erupting like a kettle left on the stove.
(i)t had been left for too long.
too long.
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lol sorry trynna get back to publishing, sorry if this is a lil meek xo
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Bloom.
Teen Fictiona collection of words ( memoir?) heavy edged with emotion and gently laced with confession. Somewhat encapsulated in the form of poems. Some mine, some not. inspired by literature, songs, real realities and fabricated/alternative ones.
