Apr 2018
I shout inside my skin,
broken outside and in.
I sounded strange to men,
deranged to the women.
I shutter to my pen,
I live in the lion’s den.
broken outside and in.
I sounded strange to men,
deranged to the women.
I shutter to my pen,
I live in the lion’s den.
(Elkins, WV)
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