[peachy-queer]

My anger creeps, slithering, Ascending

A serpent rushing its prey

Yet her true form is just pain

Poison filled fangs

Cold scaled exterior

The Battle cry of a hiss

All masking hurt

Protecting her life as well as her eggs

Her children yet to be birthed

Broken into this world fresh and anew

Vulnerable and weak

In their nest

awaiting their mothers return

My anger slinks, and when finding nothing to latch onto, nothing to sink poison fangs into….my anger fades

Crawling back to its nest to curl upon its eggs, protecting, incubating,

Keeping safe all the fragile unborn hopes

[poeticamenteflor]

[tamper]

[szaforthesoul]

SZA for The New York Times

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[mlllstone]

So this is my backyard. I guess I’ve got a lot of wishes to make

[lipglosse]

[w4lrusss]

[ghady-3-deactivated20181119]

[elesq]

[1512px]

[svinto]

[stylebychristie]

[unknown-bright-lights]

[phearlized-blog]

[love-personal]

[chanelbagsandcigarettedrags]

[revolvver]