The west coast rolls over my shoulders like sea kisses air,
The salt licks at my skin with a gentle malice that's half inviting as it is ravenous.
It's time to move on before the waves lure me to rocky waters,
I don't fear their jagged edges
I'm simply walking away.
I'm letting go of it all
It's time.
I had biscuits for breakfast and it tasted an awful lot like anxiety
It bloomed from my stomach and spread to my arms
The ice spread through my veins and erupted in my chest
It fogged up my eyes and entangled my head
And it had me.
An old friend
Resting in my shadows,
We've learned to love.
I have grown
Much like the moon flower that grows in my windowsill,
Just when you think it has finally died
It comes back
And it flourishes.
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Between the Lines
Poetry(Part two of a poetry series) *Trigger Warning* Triggering topics will be described and discussed in this book. Read at your own risk. Here is a collection of my poetry. Nothing more. Nothing less. I hope you delight in my deterioration...~
