I don't know if I fully fit in theme, but this is what came out, lil. there are a few things about me that you should know. I see a flower inside a vast cavern. clinging to survival on the precipice of possibility, the water droplets of hope washing my face. on late nights, in half dark and in hurried glances I recognize a stranger: not myself, a tall Ent with a beard of moss and a faerie held safe in his body. I'm depressed, I hate myself." I am holding, in the pit of my gut, a desire to tear off my own ill-fitting skin like rings on a tree, stripping myself down to a smaller, more youthful core, an attempt to turn back time and right the wrongs of a life so squandered. and the sound of wind through the quaking aspen. the emerald beetle bores its holes in me, but I will compensate for the loss and be greater for it. When I visualize myself, When I see myself in a mirror When I say "I have Dysphoria, But I don't do that. I thrive on promise, and hope,
also because of this style of music, RiotGrrl.
thanks Lil!! I don't know if I've ever written anything good enough to be published, but I'll keep those in mind for reading. In fact, going to read Vetch now.