dance

lunarchloedip

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.

  • Author: Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2024 09:05
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • peto

    Keep dancing and writing
    Great read



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