I told the Moon my story,
knowing she'd heard a billion worse.
If the storm feels free
enough to give voice to its being,
why should my tongue be stilled?
Photo by Altınay Dinç on Unsplash
Song Choice: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem was created for Poets and Storytellers United's Friday Writings, 13 Words on the 13th.
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