i’ve let ghosts grow
inside me for too long
in a greenhouse of self-deprecation
i fed them sunlight in the
form of grief, water in the form
of tears, and tilled soil with heartbreak
now, i will cut them at the root,
tear at the stems with my voice
until my hands are bloodied by thorns
i will no longer be diaphanous,
i will let my limbs stretch
and take up space
i am human
i am an original orchestration
of carbon and screams;
i was made to survive
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
i’ve let ghosts grow
inside me for too long
in a greenhouse of self-deprecation
i fed them sunlight in the
form of grief, water in the form
of tears, and tilled soil with heartbreak
now, i will cut them at the root,
tear at the stems with my voice
until my hands are bloodied by thorns
i will no longer be diaphanous,
i will let my limbs stretch
and take up space
i am human
i am an original orchestration
of carbon and screams;
i was made to survive
