Highlights
If my 30s were for therapy And I finally understood Why I was raised to be quiet And pliant and lifelessly good Shall I claw my way into my 40s Screeching my truths like a harpy? Distill my wounds into liquor, Burn out in one last flicker? Instead I choose the role of editor Continuously rewriting my script - Erasing the lines that drew me, Highlighting only my favorite shit. <3 © 2024 @StaceyBattlestheWorld
