Keep writing. Keep writing so you don’t have to speak. Keep writing to hold off the day, To extend the night. Keep writing until you have punctured a vein.
By Debra Parsons4 years ago in Poets
Up near the stars I am cold. It’s clean Comforting. Drifting I am weightless. Free. The universe beckons me
I changed. Became versions of myself To fit other people's Desires Needs Mine ignored. I adjusted. Until I became vapor
THE BUILD What you do, You do to yourself. You don’t have to. Choose. Choose, or fly apart. Is your sun dark?
