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Writing in Pain

I wrote

I wrote a poem today

putting my pen to paper

expecting the dams to dismantle

expecting time to stand still as the quill of

my utensil persisted

As I continued to open my mouth
pop the bag and release air

a breeze held in balloon

a star needing to ilum

-minate as I transcend

waiting to drift off and fly freely in the

wind

flee freely from my belly

Let these truths out

Let this breath out