8\/05\/17 6:58am
\nEle(mental)<\/p>\n
My father is a leo; I was born from his flame.
\nIn the middle of the desert; in the scorching heat I came.
\nWe burn ourselves alive from the inside out;
\nCall it what you will, addiction sates the drought.<\/p>\n
It’s said the Virgin comes from earth; she’s a giving tree,
\nBut my legs are not like roots; they buckle under me.
\nI have sunflowers in my eyes; skin that’s summer kissed.
\nDirt trails and grand canyons form road maps across my wrists.<\/p>\n
Breath inside my chest; it’s been caught there since I was young.
\nGasping for open space; some smoke inside the lung.
\nI would fly if I could fill it; float somewhere far away from here.
\nI would quit if I could kill it; say I’ll try sometime this year.<\/p>\n
I live inside the oceans; I’m the waves as they form.
\nThe calmness of low tide; the chaos of the storm.
\nCapsized in my pride; I’ll be washed of my ache.
\nThe swells know my soul; they build and they break.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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