TRIGGER WARNING by @extreme_crochet

cross-posted from A Woman Alone

orig. pub. 23.3.15



They say third time lucky

Two chances have gone
To touch the edge
The sharpest edge known
And the Sun only serves
To make the shade darker
It’s like every atom in me
Has given up
So I walk past tree trunks
Touch the splitting bark
To ground me back with nature
Tell myself that Spring is here
No time to go off hunting
Yet there’s majesty in turning away
Cutting off my hair and
Make a painted canvas of my skin Whilst I chant my last song
Thumping my heel into the dust
With the beat of my soul
Until it  ceases to be

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