Why do you blog?
The words
flow like water–
drip
drip,
dripping
to wash away the stone
I buried myself beneath.
Until the edges smooth,
until my armour
is worn away.
Leaving me bare,
vulnerable–
but seen.
An archive of poetry and prose.
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An archive of poetry and prose.
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Why do you blog?
The words
flow like water–
drip
drip,
dripping
to wash away the stone
I buried myself beneath.
Until the edges smooth,
until my armour
is worn away.
Leaving me bare,
vulnerable–
but seen.
Blood in the Bramble 
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