Don’t perceive me (poetry)

Stay away

My bared teeth say

Flee this place

A lip trembles inside a stoic face

There are ghosts of trauma past

And shadows of dead and dying monsters

All trapped inside paper thin skin and fueled by a heart born broken

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Published on January 21, 2024 23:58
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