Permission by Reagan Smith

I don’t want to forget. I want it to linger.


To make a nest in my body And burrow in the depths of my being.


Until it nibbles its way to the trigger, And rage thrusts me forward; Until my suffering heals the broken, And moves the motionless:


My pain will be felt By everyone I touch.


And by you, Who touched the most precious parts of me.


Without Asking

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