Aidan

Joined May 2021

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Swathed
My passion is guilt wrapped. It is suffocated beneath my comforter. A year slipped by while I was asleep. As I lay, mummifying, I dream of who I once was. The girl who was always making. The girl with fabric pieces scattered on her floor and string stuck to her clothes. The girl with pin pricks in her fingers and needles in her bed. I couldn’t even remember when she died.
By Aidan5 years ago in Motivation
In blue
She wants to be a tree she tells me When she dies I picture myself in the shade beneath her branches Perhaps the green light that seeps through her leaves was meant for me
By Aidan5 years ago in Poets