pre everything

rushing golden waters

fill my skin and change it to something new,

          but it is what i have longed for all my life.

losing daughters

could just mean gaining sons who shine with the light of a thousand stars.

 

feeding anger

could mean breaking connections with everyone you ever thought you loved

          or could love you.

clothes on a hanger

could be what you want to wear every day

          or it could make you want to gouge out your eyes so you don't cry again.

This poem is about: 
Me

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