Boiling past breaking and breaking past all likelihood
of anything so good
so bad, so rotten to the core I was, still am
Wondering why I wasn’t strong enough
to rip through, tear open my own flesh
I almost made it out alive
but closed back up like a cocoon not ready to hatch
like a bird trying to fly home
Boiling Home // 1 Minute Poem. B.T.
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