Dont tell me what I am

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You Floss

You floss me

to define the

gap, to

remove the

plaque and

built up

insecurities.

You floss me

to define the

gap between

us, and I’ve

never felt

so far away.

Opened up an etsy shop!

https://www.etsy.com/shop/CardboardPoetry

Go check out my etsy shop where I will be posting  my own original handmade art. Currently only have a few listings, but will be posting more shortly. Also made a facebook page if you feel up for liking it. 🙂

https://www.facebook.com/cardboardpoetrybysaramoran/

Thank you all for following and listening to me, your support means so much. Hope you all have been having a great holiday! xoxo ❤

Spilt Paint Split

White pool

floods

thick and

spreading

and unnoticed

until my knee

touches it

wet

white

and a fucking 

mess. Why am

I painting in

bed again? Why

am I such

a mess?

*BREATH*

As I rinse

out my wash

rag,

the water

a pure white

matching

the porcelain sink,

too beautiful

to be a mess.

And as the

water drained

with it my

worries followed.

Spiral, slurp,

gone.