No longer licking my wounds


Memories like dust in the wind. My nose no longer smells her scent.  My tongue rinsed of her taste.  My ears deafened to her sounds.  My heart still beats and no longer bleeds.  I am alive again.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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