So, perhaps the dedication summoned an idea of the tone of the poetry you have perceived and saran-wrapped in your brains. But truly, it presents the sort of mess that follows a dedication as such.
My mind works in the sort of way that it was raised to be: very messed up, and so sometimes, a tiny second of believing you aren't crazy ought to be placed within the very lines that becomes a poem.
Whether it is heart-wrenching, or thoughts splayed about,
I am proud to be bloodless. It's the sort of trait I have always held dear to my cold, ever-changing heart.
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Bloodless
PuisiA poetry anthology pertaining to things that block the light in certain tunnels. A warning: Most of these poems tackle family issues, sexual abuse and other dark topics. All poetry was created by Avanna Limon.
