Mellissa Woodhouse

Unconsciousness Embodied

Wild and untethered I rage, yet I am asleep
I lash out with worded wounds and physically unjust, I am unconscious
Spreading emotional damage, the carrier of an unforeseen inheritance
Now lost in the wilderness of grief, guilt, and despair, not understanding…

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