With bear skin,
I walk on the gravel in the driveway
in hopes of forming calluses on my feet.
So that one day,
I will be able to tread on broken glass
and resist the urge to scream.
Blood will not be drawn,
and flesh will not be compromised.
I will march forward,
carried by the leather that has replaced my flesh.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
