life offers me
bittersweet herbs
i place them
on my tongue
wake my taste buds
porcupine
in my hands
trembling heartbeat
stirs tenderness
quills bite skin
droplets
of my blood
rise
to the surface
i could weep
from the beauty
i could weep
from the pain
i am fiercely vulnerable
there is thunder
in my heart
lightening in
my soul
i am
a perfect storm
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