i was insane
before
i found my
voice
in that voice
a myriad of
shapes and sounds
i fall into them
licking
every hard
consonant
trailing fingers
over the ivory-keyed
vowels
i was mad
trying to scream
in cursive
until i learned
to uncapitalize
inconsequentialities
i don’t write
words
i shape those sounds
until the song
matches
the throb
in my throat
this
sanguinistic
symphony
likely
i am still
insane
but now i can
color
outside
all of the
fucking lines
i save the
cursive
for where your thighs
gently lead
❤️
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“color outside all of the fucking lines” yes….
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