Throw me to the wolves They say And I will come back Leading the pack Does not come close to What I had to survive


A constellation of scars On my back like the night sky Tragically beautiful her face looking up Glowing connecting the picture of her life


Thorns carve a story on wise stems From each beautiful root Grounded, bending, not breaking in the wind Never to trust roses cut at the stem


It will all pay off in the end and I will be stronger for it. Like my sister told me from her tombstone not just me but both her and I will get through it.


This ocean is the potion The poison, I have drowned myself in night after night, trying to forget but I am not sinking I have no trouble breathing I am alive

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