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A Poetry Share: Wet by Erin Sheree


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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