I do not wish To Be
Your Child of Misery
Your Little Pony
Your Bonnie to your Clyde
The spiral plunges
To the hospital basement
What comes down
Doesn’t always come back up
Smells like formol…
I do not wish To Be
Your Special Steak
That bloodies your lips
Your candy cane
That steadies your hips
Your shrink’s ears
For your heroin fix
And your private cheerleader
The one that never says never!
Your little doll that sits pretty
To fill your void, your cavity
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Published by Claire M
I am an adventurer and seeker of truths at heart.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am unable to solely hold one passion dear to my heart, but many. I am passionately curious and endlessly thirsty for clarity. I am drawn to animal care & rescue, humanitarian & environmental pursuits, but also the arts, literature, films, music, dance, spirituality and psychology.
I continue my journey as an observer, a thinker, a photographer, a writer, a poet, and a traveller.
I currently reside in the foothills of Alberta, Canada.
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