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Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
I never know when it will erupt
Something profane
and unshackled
born deep within me

Some say it’s the soul
expressing itself
Defying this flesh and bone
But who am I to impede
It’s dawning

I cannot hold it
down much longer
It will devour me
Bit by bit
I will be consumed
Within its rage

Then I will burn like a witch…
WickedHope Dec 2014
Sometimes,
I think about how
soft
my hair is
and about how relatively
small
my waist is,
and I'm okay
with myself...
... for about three minutes.
Then I'm back to 'normal.'

— The End —