A part of my heart is warped, like a tire cracked dry in the sunshine, or a piece of wood left curling in rain.
I quarantine this part of me in digital ink, hoping to heal it.
I present my warp and curl like a sculpture, a drip dried epitaph of paint and pain...
I quarantine this part of me in digital ink, hoping to heal it.
I present my warp and curl like a sculpture, a drip dried epitaph of paint and pain...
- Last seen on Jun 30 8:38 PM. Member since May 3.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 37 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Just like a raindrop, I was born to fall.... and scale these prison walls.".
- I am in the groups The Book of Bafflement Project
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Zenda-Lokki : Welcome!! on May 18Thanks for stopping by and checking out my work. I'll be sure to do the same.
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