Free

Location

48047
United States
42° 40' 52.1184" N, 82° 44' 12.7032" W

These mountains carve deep and break the surface of my skin

Press down on my fragile veins

They burst with ease and suddenly I am free.

 

A spectrum streams from my body

My skin begins to breathe

My tongue follows suit and its contents are free.

 

Rich blood, dreams, flames, and every color I don't see

This only can make me believe

For only once I am broken am I truly free.

This poem is about: 
Me

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