My pain—
it sublimates.
The ache in my body
becomes ache in words.
It has a color,
a scent,
an address.
My pain,
inside poetry,
is not destruction—
it is construction.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 9:41 AM UTC
My pain—
it sublimates.
The ache in my body
becomes ache in words.
It has a color,
a scent,
an address.
My pain,
inside poetry,
is not destruction—
it is construction.
