Sociology major, freelance writer
Pills washing down my systemDoused in a familiar poisonAn amorous hug that never leaves me hungryNumbing out the noise o tomorrowEntering a world where I am eternal and pureUntouched Unharmed
Going through old notebooks,Finding letters and words sown togetherthat I don’t remember writing.But I do remember the pain.
Shall I be a woman or a witch
Do I cover my hair in moss and stop stressing about volume, texture, color and let it grow
Until it can be my sweet embrace, my blanket, my bed
I dive inwithout a second thought
Darkness surrounds meand I feel fine
I’m waitingI’m patientI know they’re coming
Tirelessly,I manage to fill up every space, every cavitywith words, sounds, letters and syllablesnon sense.