Through it All (Poem)

kirascribbled

Fuck this burning pinch of unfounded guilt that turns on a spit in my gut, begging for attention. 

Bodies carry what is shoved down in horrid bundles of denied emotion. 

It can hold only what it must, the rest festers and oozes out in tics and shouts. 

Overflowing now and forever until it kills every glimmer of life, every hope.

Let it flood out through salt and excitement, whispers and anger. Through paper and ink. 

Through me. 

Picture is from pintrist, couldn’t find creator. 😟

Published by kirascribbled

I do what I like, when I like. There is no schedule to my madness. Sorry. Sometimes it's writing stories, other times poems, and every once in a while it's complete gobbledygook. My current favorite thing is making art, creating writings to go with them, and then playing show and tell with everyone. :-) I am so glad to have joined WP and its fun family of talented individuals. Yes.. I'm talking about you!

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