livianna

livianna Mar 2019

my head

my words sit
in my head
crying and pleading
their way out.
who am I
to just let them sit there?

my words often don't get let out through my speech so I release them here.

livianna Mar 2019

sometimes,
I wonder if I am lugubrious.
I wonder if my own self-hatred
shows to the surface,
eating away at my flesh
and finding its home
it's weight,
pulling down my bones.

I have a fascination for words found after hours of looking through the thesaurus.

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