Hello! My name is Soul. I love poetry & art.
They/them
No words come out of my mouth,
No thoughts will turn into a plan
My heart will clench and hurt and twist
And I won't twitch, and I won't yell
The hurt and broken, used and tossed
The witness, the hurting, the threat and the loss
And praying agnostic, and begging for love
Awaiting sorrow, awaiting blood
Awaiting a sunset that will never come.