Ellipses points dot my experience
Resist conclusion
Aimless, mysterious
Wanderlust
Curiosity
Refusal to decide or be
ThoughtFULL though
So FULL of thoughts
Both summing up and trailing off. . .
About the Creator
Kt
I embarked to my favorite coastline several years ago in search of feeling in a dark season and accdientally wrote a poem. I have written ever since.
Poetry is what my friends know me for, but words burn in my bones.
The wanting
I can't adjust my hearing. I love your harshness. Your brash, loud noise. I want it all inside of me. It feels that it was always a part of me, but just misplaced like an old sock missing from a pair, hiding in plain sight. My frantic, religious terror is yet still a trauma I have only healed from with, of course is ironic, your very harsh and persistent kiss.
By Melissa Ingoldsby7 days ago in Poets
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