Ithe child that routinely sits on the grave of my innocence, dusts themselves off and exits state right.
there is a new grave to attend to
II
freshly plucked forget-me-nots lay atop
a freshly dug grave.
the air smells of dirt and rain.III
the child places themselves down. crisscrossed for what they hope is the last time. the grave site littered with ghost footprints inches large.oct 11th—oct 21st, 2022
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sometimes rain, sometimes rainbow - poetry collection
Poetrya collection of poems, written in real time about the good, the bad, and the ugly that comes with healing. PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD halluci...