Locked in the prison
that is her flesh,
she has been caged and captured
so she cannot convey
the important message,
she communicates
but what she says is
unreliable
though what she means is
the whole truth-
language falls from her lips
but she wishes
she could be more explicit.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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