Someday I will peel
My chest like an orange
A lemon sourness to pour out
Or perhaps a gasoline to light bridges to burn
Letting my heart finally feel warmth
Remove the thousands of needles
I pushed in to keep myself quiet
A pile so high
They will not recognize me anymore
A taste of rotten lime on their tongues
About the Creator
Ariana GonBon
29yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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💗💗 .💗💗.💗💗💗💗 💙💗🌹 LOVE🌹💛💗 💙❤🌹 LOVE 🌹💛💗 💙💗🌹 LOVE🌹💛💗 💚💚💚 .💗💚 💚💚💛
This deserves so much more recognition. I physically recoiled , that’s how powerful your words were.