Such a complicated, personal poem. I loved the lines "We picked the scabs off each others souls until we were raw/because we liked the taste of each other’s blood." Reading it aloud added another dimension.
The wings of my soul so often caged by circumstance I have become an expert escape artist As destructive as the wind
I loved this line, so well reflected in the idea that the narrator is only a bus ticket away from leaving if things get too difficult, too something that can no longer be endured.
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I have become an expert escape artist
As destructive as the wind
I loved this line, so well reflected in the idea that the narrator is only a bus ticket away from leaving if things get too difficult, too something that can no longer be endured.
This was a fascinating piece.
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