drawn to wreckage
like rivers drawn to sea
i see you look at me
like i'm something
interesting
i'm a raging storm
inside
a feral animal
in locked bars
shaking loose
and i worry about the people
around
close enough to get
taken down
with me
(don't get too close)
i'm a ghost
haunting
I'm sick with
unrest
(but don't you like me with a touch of death?)
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Dysphoria
Poesía"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
