Poem
Dear Readers, Hello Darlings, hope your week is going great. I'm going to try and post every day but will always post on weekends. Today is July 25th 2025. Can you believe over half a year has already gone by? This first day is a poem called Where I am From. Trigger warnings- Mention of abuse and being hurt nothing graphic as well as redacted swearing Where I am from Poem I am from the house with black mold from the leaking ceiling in the corner and to many boxes in the garage I am the child with a wild spirit that can't be contained with creativity that extends past paper that bleeds up the walls in watercolor and crayons and tape from forts in the living room with twilight on the old tv to the cobalt spaghetti jars that are used as sugar containers that I would steal secret spoons fulls from I am from bruised knees and bitten lips with scraped palms from to many fal...