She carries her emotion in the spaces where her teeth meet…
The tension seen in her jaw is from holding on to coarse words unrestrained by the filter set in place by her mind…
Always so careful
Always so aware that if allowed to flow freely, they could create irreparable damage…
Words created in the pit of a stomach filled with fire are not meant to feel the touch of open air..
Oxygen feeds flame
So instead she clenches…
Breathes.. And releases
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Hause of Bl(e)us
PoetryA collective of poems...from a soul....searching for her place in the world....
