I was born in a rose field-
taught that the world was made of thorns,
and to live was to pierce the soles of my feet.
so I remove my shoes and dig my toes into the ground-
I’d rather scar than be sheltered
I was raised in a wildfire-
taught that words were made of flames,
and to speak was to blister the buds of my tongue
so I coat my throat with gasoline and swallow down a match-
I’d rather burn than be silent
May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 9:05 AM UTC
I was born in a rose field-
taught that the world was made of thorns,
and to live was to pierce the soles of my feet.
so I remove my shoes and dig my toes into the ground-
I’d rather scar than be sheltered
I was raised in a wildfire-
taught that words were made of flames,
and to speak was to blister the buds of my tongue
so I coat my throat with gasoline and swallow down a match-
I’d rather burn than be silent
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