bravery is a fine
wine
i have sipped from its
open grasp
with desperate lips and
shaky breath and
i thirst
i thirst
i thirst
for it now
(no one told me bravery and honesty were
the same thing)
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Dysphoria
Poetry"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...
