Image by Dominika Király
I indulge
Is this a phase?
I'm not looking for you
But I'm looking for...
A high
And it's not to replace you
Anymore.
It is for me
I am free.
I grew into me
Again.
I am blooming
Feeding my hunger
My inner animal.
Let me go wild
And burn you with
My fire inside.
I want to give
My essence.
Captivate you
Crawl into my venus flytrap
You'll love it here.
I will set you free
Let's burn alive
* * *
For creative expression
Say it in five words,
a hundred
or a thousand.
What difference does it make?
Is wordcount the judge
of poetry that is
True or Fake?
Truth coils
in mysterious ways.
Could be contained
in a book of a million page
or it might just shine through
in a simple phrase.
This poem stands
to hold the place
for creative expression.
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