A myriad of emotions thrumming through the chest, A caged feral creature never known how to rest. A compilation for anyone that's felt emotions Red and Burning and did'nt know how to set them down. The words here are raw and potent. A story of healing, not in a linear form but in mosaic. You cannot help but look in the mirror and ask, Did you see yourself? To remind you that healing is not linear and nor is trauma, The words embrace the imperfect, and the nature of grief and love to co-exist.
The framed landscape in the dinning room was just an excuse to paint an angry sky.
each word you read is a stitch in the dress i want to be buried in
each glass i break is my legacy.
she asked me how i put it behind me.
i never did. can't you feel it in the room?
It steals the breath right out of my mouth on days when i dont have the strength to push it away.
It looks over my shoulder while i write goodbye letters addressed to it.
It never left, but neither did i.
