She is a tornado of her own making.
Built upon empty liquor bottles and broken relationships
her winds tear her apart and wage war on her insides.
Secluded, she succumbs to destruction.
In a blue haze, she is out of reach.
I find her curled up on the living room floor
surrounded by empty bottles of VO and mumbling incoherent sentences through her tears.
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Embody Me
PoesiaA series of emotional poems that aim to make your soul feel something.
