Julia Heussler

Photo by T.H. Chia on Unsplash

Sometimes I’m allowed some hope,
some sparkling of flesh
Sometimes I feel the sunshine,
dripping down my dress

Sometimes I laugh like a flower,
lonely and bright
Sometimes I fear the winter mornings,
wait for the rebuttal of the night

Sometimes I know I fly
through the chains of my kin…

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Julia Heussler

Julia Heussler

Likes to make the world laugh but prefers cries, unmistakenly dyslexic, hasn't drawn a perfect circle yet