I lurk within tall grass while my hands clasp to sharp glass.
I ensure I endure pain as I outlast as an outcast.
If my skin is equivalent to tree bark
and my sins are instruments of street art,
then I’ll happily peel away my soul to expose
the thin leaks within my hide and seek heart.
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Kale Sinclair
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Paytonabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
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It was a poem called "Naked!" Absolutely I stopped by I am all for it! "Naked" beautifully captures the raw essence of vulnerability and resilience through its vivid imagery and powerful metaphors. Awesome!
Very lovely with good imagery.