I write to drain myself of the sins that have seeped inside me, to save me from cleaning the mess.
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Pale Soul Sea (#Wattys2018)
PoetryHe would chip away at my cold exterior dodging shards of ice until I was no longer hard, but even though he cracked through the surface. . . My heart would not melt.
Why I Write
I write to drain myself of the sins that have seeped inside me, to save me from cleaning the mess.
