my body is used
abused
bruised like fruit
but still, i dance
blood between my thighs
pomegranate juice
not a good enough excuse
but still, i dance
my brain has different wiring
people tend to think me tiring
every night time has me spiralling
can i have one more chance?
i've forgotten how to trust
my bones ache with dirt and rust
the universe may combust
but still, i dance.
19:39pm - 04/02/23.
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Author:
Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 1st, 2024 09:05
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Keep dancing and writing
Great read
thank you!
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