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.
some snakes don't mind the dirt in their eyes
or the lifetime sentenced to slither on their bellies.
they relish the underground,
the grit beneath their tongues,
the slit in their smiles.
some snakes will wrap their best lines around you,
tighter than a dead man's vow,
the road behind me is covered in them,
their heads are all as flat as the bottom of my heel.
