“i hope this reaches her in time” is a book of poems by r.h. sin that I found today at the book store
I read this without knowing what I was getting myself into.
((imagine being vulnerable))
play
call ended…
Halfway through a wave of emotion
pulls me down and sweeps me up
off my balance into tears.
It takes me a second to compose.
ponder
Different pieces hit different parts.
I bet every girl has a bit of this story
growing up. It’s tough.
Cliché issues can still hit hard.
breath
“the broken girls
are the flowers of the earth
they grow through conditions
they bloom for themselves”
I am a flower.
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