Tag: self love
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Let it howl
Purple-black bruised skies I see you throbbing, ‘For who?‘ ‘From what?‘ Bring up the storm Whip up the wind Let it howl Let it rain Let me catch the broken pieces I hold no shade no umbrella over me Come pour I will catch the littlest drops of you with the whole of me. Don’t…
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Few words.
How do I show you, you? There is nothing greater than holding a mirror to give you You.. A few words now cobbled together buffed and shined over and over a shard of a mirror in the form of poetry To show you You..
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Wo(mb)Man.
Heat waves rising from her skin her body uncoiling like a snake lengthening felinely through the spine shoulder wings spread wide as an eagle chest bare with udders full. The womb of herself embraced reclaiming all that was taken given away unawares in her sleep enticed by promises whispered. The body that is shunned, shamed…
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To sing my Song
I left my strings unplucked, deadened and silenced grown stiff with disuse. They grated and screeched if forced or squeaked a little pitch. Sometimes, in moments when I forget myself, a forgotten tune, I hear. Beautiful yet plaintive I wished to claim it for myself But, it is beyond my little self. Oh, how desperately…
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Crack
A marionette daughter, perfectly coiffed hair as her mother likes, dressed in red to be seen and adored. Eyes cast down, bowing to father, smile not too wide, not too small, talk not too loud, not too low, walk quietly, no running or mucking about. Obedient and muted, a doll for the dress up, for…
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Tattered Corners
The tattered corners of herself blown away to faraway places, places only heard in desolate echoes. She sings a dirge as she trudges along the jagged edges of the world, into the yawning chasms, collecting the bloodied and shredded scraps of herself. With tears washing the blood clear, She sews herself piece by piece, skin…
MindWraith 