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Day 147: Rumi Said (Dark)

Rumi told me the light would enter through my wounds but today they just hurt.  They throb where you drew the knife along my back, as if you were trying to etch your secrets. So that the others you followed behind would still see your marks, and read your story.  I would be your novel,… Continue reading Day 147: Rumi Said (Dark)

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Day 67: Scars

Some scars Are hidden behind layers of fear Because you know You should be over it by now And yet the wound keeps bleeding Toxic in its waste Spewing venomous sounds That build to words of doubt Cripple the tongue As it tries to deny That this pain is not real And this pain is… Continue reading Day 67: Scars