Heather

I heard leather. I shook her hand.

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 View all posts by her mourning coffee

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