Saturday, 14 January 2017

We are fragile humans with a survival instinct
We die without morning coffees and outlive abuse
We giggle in terror, laughter is our reaction to fear
I have a friend with broken bones who will cycle uphill
They’ll peddle and sweat and peddle and sweat
Who hurts bad at each beautiful song
We are walking jars of shards of glass
And warmest cushions for those we love
We are the birds who fly with broken wings
The fragile humans with a survival instinct
poetry is back after months (what felt like years) of silence :')

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