Author: Freegrandmaa

Surrealist Recluse
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White noise

Bless I am on finger spawn

Electric trenches bathing my cervical

Back and fold I’m a circus; locomotive

Freedom brings Casanova, baby mothers, and virgin wings

Spirals of the world most foul

Dancing wolves who often howl

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Woman body

Woman body don’t give a fuck about that shit

Young self holds the messenger

Hidden burdens are turned to birds and

We learn to hold our sticks and stones and

We fold to break our own arms leading the way to pave

Make ends meet with woman’s meat

What a dog that eats dog girls

Woman’s bodies don’t give a fuck about rocking a foreign world

Key whispers from chosen Gods in dress

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March 12, 2017

Remembering

Sometimes I catch a scent; smell something, and I remember having roommates for the first time. My own room. I used to paint my naked vessel and rejoice in what I thought was adulthood. Silly naive me.

Sometimes I hear a song. It takes me back. I feel my belly drop to my toes as my tear ducts instinctively fills up, releasing the sight of my being… In the psychiatric unit having a time. I’ve never felt so safe, so understood. I will never forget my time in X.

All the beautiful lost souls I met and loved. I pray they too found themselves again. My baby, I was so young. I used to feel so sad. I am free from all of that. Hurt, pain. I am sending love to my inner child always.

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Intermediate

Offers ballads every hour.
Rid of it all
Hitchhiking springs guided through the exhale of stalling hurricanes
Inhaling life, exhaling blight and begs it awakens thee
Are we parasite or harmony