Bittersweet

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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