by breathwords | Feb 8, 2018 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations
my heart gets just as fixated as my mind these days, each pulse feeding into some chronic compulsion to run, to run, to run away darkness betrays, shadows threaten to exsanguinate (your name tastes bitter in my blood) and I’m clinging to anything that feels like...
by breathwords | Feb 7, 2018 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations
we cut the rope made of daisy chains, exhaled the barbed fear thorns in our way we were drowning in a deluge of doubt, clamoring towards the surface, struggling to find a way out but, these flowers are breaking like waves against our skin, a cleansing rush of soft...
by breathwords | Jan 30, 2018 | Wicked Words
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