BUSH SOUL
the trees are dying for me to write
I could never write a sentence to make up for that
even the air feels borrowed
breathing to death
bless the breaths in my diaphragm
I’m writing as a dying man.
HOMESCHOOLING MOTHER OF 5, ALL THINGS DOMESTIC, MY CRAZY LIFE
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