Falling through the brush
Your words snag at me, pulling
My hair, clothes, and skin
As thorns drag through me
The scent of rose deceitful
I'm on my way down
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Not Afraid of Dark Matter [Poetry]
PoetryNot Afraid of Dark Matter is a collection of poetry and prose chronicling the shadow work involved in growth and healing.
Hung Up on Words (Haiku)
Falling through the brush
Your words snag at me, pulling
My hair, clothes, and skin
As thorns drag through me
The scent of rose deceitful
I'm on my way down
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