self portrait
there is a seam along my collarbone
yes that is where I keep this grief
this garden above my heart
yes this soul pushing down skin
raking my hands through my hair
trying to find something growing there
how else do I forgive myself for rotting?
© the inkwell poetry
yes that is where I keep this grief
this garden above my heart
yes this soul pushing down skin
raking my hands through my hair
trying to find something growing there
how else do I forgive myself for rotting?
© the inkwell poetry