When I dare, I’m there to be seen

Like in a feverish desire you drown yourself in your own wrongs
slurping up your imperfections to understand the organic to offload your unwanted darkness
like swamps in your inner that lacks a guiding light
the thought seeks itself slowly back to the words that shaped themselves
I want to carry myself over my own depths,
light up the crocodile’s gleaming eyes showing  up in my reflection.

Quiet girl

Light Oils


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