The air is thick, warm cream as it fills her lungs.
She wishes she were able to speak in tongues.
She feels the flames rising inside of her, from her ancestors, hot as fire.
She runs through the forest, ashamed that she has been called a liar.
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A Crowded Crying Mind
PoesíaA book of poems about about anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, and losing people.
