Just this
Just this skin
aching from the inside to be scales
gills and tails
or something more magical than normal
Just words
Just songs and words
a conversation of pseudo-greatness
learning to lean
from my strong belief that we could grow art
And so
And so now
wings unfurling from the coccoon
repaying double
the joys stolen from an inauthentic life
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Who do I owe an apology to
For pretending my voice had a limit
For stopping the flow due to fear
For ending before I began ‘it’
It being me being here
