i have been lifted up by tornadoes and washed away in hurricanes. i know what natural disasters look like. i know the signs of a storm. i know they can have blue or green eyes, but commonly have brown. i know the feeling of suffocation. of drowning under all that water — all that hate. i have watched the Earth crumble beneath me. i have fallen into its cracks. unable to speak because the dirt would fill my mouth. you are not the first disaster i've met. you are one of many. but you my love, are different. you are not natural, you are man made. you are everything wicked in the body of a man.
tragic.
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liberosis
PoetryA journey I made through heartbreak. When I felt everything entirely too much. When all I wanted was to let go and hold on. To drown and to swim all at once. This is my story of learning to soak in liberosis. Enjoy. xx
