Pisaries Creator
Writer.Artist.Doer.Thinker
Poem: In the Darkness
Open the door and shove it inside.
That’s where it should go.
That’s where it will stay.
Remaining in the dark.
It grows.
It contorts.
It survives.
It’s the ugly part I keep.
Buried under my living conditions.
Like a poisonous mushroom.
I want it to be hidden.
No one needs to see it.
The cut.
The rawness.
The scar.
It’s better that way.
It’s not as scary.
It doesn’t belong in the light.
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Not Keeping Tabs #1
Not Keeping Tabs #2
Stand Still Near Trees Like a Wandering Giraffe
Take Flight From a Pond Like Exploring Ducks
Sit Sleeping in the Grass Like a Young Rabbit
Swim Easily in the Water Like Curious Fish
