Tuesday, July 25, 2017

the hard season
will
split you through.
do not worry. 
you will bleed water.
do not worry. 
this is grief. 
your face will fall out and down your skin
and 
there will be scorching.
but do not worry.
keep speaking the years from their hiding places.
keep coughing up smoke from all the deaths you 
have died. 
keep the rage tender.
because the soft season will come.
it will come.
loud. 
ready.
gulping. 
both hands in your chest.
up all night. 
up all of the nights. 
to drink all damage into love. 

-therapy

written by nayyirah waheed

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