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piqued into a new glowing, I strain at my bonds shake the slick ribbon of doubt from around my mouth sit on my hands to keep from shaking A storm is gathering within my center the hot pink light emanating from between my thighs fuchsia slicing through moonlight I look up and drink in the milk of the stars I am ready. to break through time and space mini-novas flying 'round my head like spinning angels iridescent dust,   rising in slow motion dragonfly confetti in my hair eyes a-light from aurora borealis Vulnerable by choice, I stand my ground push through rope and burlap without mercy, for burns do not matter                        anymore explode up and out my soul's entry parts wide open I welcome the universe letting the growing inside, taking force having its way with me spidery vines twirling through my ribcage around my spine the seeds I have planted now pushing flowerbursts through my heart a bloom for each beat reflecting magenta I had been sitting there way too long bound to this chair my arms pinned harshly by the wire now I run with my private wolf head back howling like the wind, hair wild like the untamed                journey of my                   soul
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
unbound
piqued into a new glowing, I strain at my bonds shake the slick ribbon of doubt from around my mouth sit on my hands to keep from shaking A storm is gathering within my center the hot pink light emanating from between my thighs fuchsia slicing through moonlight I look up and drink in the milk of the stars I am ready. to break through time and space mini-novas flying 'round my head like spinning angels iridescent dust,   rising in slow motion dragonfly confetti in my hair eyes a-light from aurora borealis Vulnerable by choice, I stand my ground push through rope and burlap without mercy, for burns do not matter                        anymore explode up and out my soul's entry parts wide open I welcome the universe letting the growing inside, taking force having its way with me spidery vines twirling through my ribcage around my spine the seeds I have planted now pushing flowerbursts through my heart a bloom for each beat reflecting magenta I had been sitting there way too long bound to this chair my arms pinned harshly by the wire now I run with my private wolf head back howling like the wind, hair wild like the untamed                journey of my                   soul
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
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