Everything I do
and everything I am
are collections of words
words surround me
appear within my mind when I look
slide out of my mouth, dancing along my tongue
I used to want to cut
myself open
just to see the letters fall to the ground
I don’t write as much anymore
because each time I do
the letters that keep my heart pumping
my brain working
my eyes looking
are lost to those
who would not use them properly.
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And because that piece was a little deep and intense (to me, at least) have a piece I wrote about my dog chasing her tail... :D
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Fur
and fuzz and flying fluff
never ever have enough
Tight and textured, tying tangle
cannot see from another angle.
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