Poetry by Becky
Most people don't knowwhat it feels liketo bepowerlessdegradedused like a toyeverything collapsesin on itselfburies you inshameand all you wantis for your bodyto shatterand disappearlike dustso it can finallybe free.
I never learned the rules about meter or metaphor, or what not to say out loud. I just write what lives inside me: the bruises, the blossoms...
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