Grief

blood boiling so hot
you need potholders
to hold my hand
bitter feelings make my
temperature rise
sharp spikes of grief
scratching my throat
as I swallow them whole
I will break this tradition,
this family cycle of abuse

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She Writes Chaos

She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.