Wet
My heart is
Still wet
From the bullets
You poured
Over me.
But.
I am washed
In broken forevers
Soaked
In my own ink
Still writing
In new colors
I am climbing
Through clouds
Flicking my tongue
Rolling my eyes
Burning in the snow
Cursing the sun
Smirking sarcasms
At plans
Because
Puzzles that
Don't
Fancy
My tickles
Will never eat
Me
Again.
But all this
Is gibberish
see,
I'm starting to forget
The sorrow
shit.
I am full
I am open
I am clean
I am melting
At the sight of me
That spinning
Kind of Jones
Yea, because
These holes
Will not
Stop
My
Standing
But, you know
This is gibberish
[to you]
That persists
to read like jazz under a cool sun.
I am the only one
Who can hold me through it.
But my heart’s
Still
Wet
-Erin Sheree
...
Thank you so much for coming by to read my work. There's so much healing in self expression. My hope is that you find healing in my words, as well... because you are magnificent!
Sometimes you must be still to be steal or concrete enough to pave passed your past.... and that's okay. You got this! -Erin Sheree
Much love and many blessings!
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