All our circus, all our lions
Tightrope sitta
Cold walk this morning, sipping on warm leaves.
We've got to stop this soon; if we could only see
Another way through this brutal regime.
"Fucking (witch) bitch.”
They’ll need to come get me.
Nervous, turning in yet another night.
Stay stressing, keep em guessing, baby: fight or flight?
We're floating down here; is it toward the light?
Or are those clown teeth?
We’ll see who takes a bite.
About the Creator
Veronica Wren
Trauma sucks, recovery shouldn't.
Displaced survivor. Ex-cop turned activist researcher. Investigating abusive systems harming our health.
Forever wishing I could recover my old Vocal + account.
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