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in reckless moments,
true and
frail,
a wretched cluster forms
***
in knotted throat.
the trails unshaped
burgeon here,
but never lead to home
***
in storms.
the waves will swiftly swell to
heave your anchors high. be careful,
dear, as high water comes
***
in hellish days.
try not to lose your mind.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
Comments (2)
Ouch, so true. Sometimes it seems that you do lose it though <3
Powerful, and all too visceral.