the vines that snake up my legs,
constrict my torso,
wrap my arms,
they're overgrown.
i'm suffocating
under the foliage of my own mind.
the thorns are embedded in me;
i'm dripping misery.
i lose my stability with every drop.
i want to take my body again.
i want control.
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metanoia
PoetryM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
