Oyster
What creates your voices echo?
Ink stained fingertips
and slick, screaming lines
Words like fists
soaring through thick air
Emerald kissed skyscapes
enveloping enlivened eyes
Sore limbs, muffled panting, and bobbing rubber
The words you’ve clutched for so long,
iron pen to paper
Melodious vocals streaming through speakers
Torso like water,
a fork in the stream
before blooming bliss
An oyster of vulnerability,
boasting the glistening pearl
Tears like morning dew:
fresh, forthcoming, free
allowing yourself to simply
be.
Emma Butterfield
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•Portland based ecstatic dancer and yogi with a quirky sense of humor who loves the outdoors most of the time • Creative Nonfiction and Poetry• Healing backwards and forwards in time• ~My writing is something I pour my heart and energy into. Please keep this in mind and do not share without asking permission.~
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