where the wound still breathes
Category: Writing and Poetry
i'm a bit like a stray cat i walk through the shadows with a light step, the night recognizes me by the sound of the silence i leave behind i live freely, with the pride of someone who owes nothing to anyone, with eyes that shine like windows opened onto a world that never truly welcomed me and yet- behind my straightened back, behind the fur that refuse to be stroked, there's a would that still b... » Continue Reading