autonomy, lost & found (Patreon)

when it comes up

it’s like bile

or a slithering snake

made out of black tar,

and the pressure

inundates my cells

and the air becomes thick

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only love can overpower

shame, grief; dense burden

maybe those things are love

contracted, constricted

dying to be seen, heard,

worshipped

***

it takes a special kind

of person to hold space

for the ugliness

to be the earth

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to be the earth