I’m the most feminine beast you will ever meet
My writing is literally my heart beat
Keeps me from the land of the dead
Kinda like my dad Invented Fred
If you know him then you know this
The way I feel prickles on my fingertips
Scary when a needle doesn’t do this
So I sit on my porch at night
And bleed through my locked lips
Therapy is soft and cuddly
It’s so cute when the nice lady talks to me
But a stranger she will always be
Placing textbook and theories
On an unnamed baby
We all have monsters
In their pretty little cages
Making ugly little faces
We all need to free them
I let mine out atop the lines of these pages
Souldier Girl 
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I see that fire in there. That roiling inferno. You are such a powerful wielder of words, Shieldmaiden. ❤
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Weilder of words…that is beautiful. Thank you E
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You’re welcome, Sisterheart.
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