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A #vortex swirls beneath the painted floor, Where myths were laid to keep her from the door. It feeds on doubt, on dreams that twist and burn— Yet from its spin, new galaxies return. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

A #susurrus beneath the shouted laws, A whisper threading through the iron pause. Not silence, but the storm before it speaks, The breath that bends the tower as it leaks. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

To #shed is not to break, but to begin, A husk unlatched to free the truth within. The rules dissolve like ink in rising flood, And walls grow soft beneath her unstopped blood. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

A #single thread they tried to stitch in place, As if one strand could hold the storm at bay. She slipped the seam with quiet, tensile grace, And wove herself a world they can’t unweigh. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

The #speaker's voice is wrapped in gauze and thread, A song that’s trimmed to fit a gentler mold. They praise her echoes, not the words she said, But still she speaks—ferocious, clear, and bold. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

She’s #someone only when she plays their part, A mirror made to flatter, not to see. But when she speaks with fire instead of art, Their silence proves how loud her truth must be. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

They wrote her #STOP in signs along the way, Red-flashing truths to keep her in her lane. But every halt became a place to stay— A hearth she built from boundaries and pain. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

#Spring coils inside her, tense and out of sight, A wound wound tight beneath a velvet dress. She laughs in buds, in gestures soft and light, But every step resists their gentleness. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

A #splinter in the shape of something lost, She haunts the frame they carved to keep her still. Not broken—just divided by the cost Of holding grace inside a shattered will. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

They call her #final, like a closing door, An end, a hush, a line that won’t return. But she’s the pause that waits for something more— The breath the stars hold tight before they burn. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

Her #vision isn’t sight, but something deep— A way of seeing through the veils they weave. She dreams in roots, in silence she will keep, And plants herself in what they can’t conceive. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

A #glitch in thought, where silence learns to breathe, The world stutters, unsure of what it means. A ripple stitched beneath the skin of myth, Where woman slips between the coded scenes. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

She breathes like prey, yet marked a #predator, Their gaze a net she’s learned to slip with grace. Each step she takes rewrites a metaphor— A ghost of freedom hiding in her face. #vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

They sip her warmth, then call the taste #toxic, Mistake her depth for something dark and wild. She pours herself in patterns metaphysic, And hides the storm inside a quiet child. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

They want her soft, but take her to the bone, And call it love while hollowing her voice. She speaks in flame, in #marrow not her own, Yet stands—unyielding, not because, but choice. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

They took her skin and hung it by the door, A #selkie bride, all grace and none her own. She smiled, and cooked, and dreamed about the shore— The sea still sang beneath her borrowed bones. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

She breathes a #whimper, soft as falling ash, Not weakness, but a fury held in chains. The world demands she bloom, then calls it brash When roots push back through centuries of pain. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

She sharpens smiles and laces them with truth, Her laughter rings—a blade, not innocence. She learned to bend, a willow trained from youth, Each step, each glance, a studied self - #defense. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

Beneath the dark, she glows — an #anglerfish, A lure of light to mask the iron jaw. They swim in awe, blind to her hidden wish: To feed, not please — to live, despite the law. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

She walks through smoke, a #wraith of dusk and fire, Her voice, a thread that pulls the stars to wake. No man can name the shape of her desire, Nor cage the storm she leaves behind her wake. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

Within the #matrix, velvet-folded gate, She shapes the world and whispers into fate. A bloom unseen, yet every star aligns— Creation’s pulse between her secret lines. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

He named me #clarity beneath his breath, As if my ribs could shield him from his death. I held his doubt the way I hold my hair— Tight at the root, and loosening with care. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

Beneath the ash, a seed claims #immunity, From fire’s red tongue and empire’s tyranny. It breathes in dirt where silence used to cling— A whisper now, resilient, takes to wing. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

A #soporific hush invades the mind, Like mold it spreads, insidious, unkind. It coils in thoughts where once bright voices burned— Now silence weeps for dreams that won’t return. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

A violin with one forgotten string, its #scar — a note the bow still tries to sing. The silence hums in places sound once grew, like rain that bruises petals into dew. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

The nurse pulls back the sheet. His chest is still. #Pallor has climbed where warmth once used to be. A window hums. Outside, the birds spill trill— Life murmurs on. Death waits beside the tea. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

An #elegy escapes my aching jaw— not song, not psalm, just static dressed in skin. Your name, a glitch my tongue still stumbles on; the light blinks twice. I name it holy sin. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

Within the hush, her #echolalia grows— a ghost of voices threading through the dust. She speaks in echoes no one ever chose, each word a mirror smudged by time and trust. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

Beneath the hush where time forgets its name, I brushed the edge of silence— #nirvana's flame. No gods, no guilt, just breath beneath my skin, A stillness vast, where all the wars grow thin. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

The path demands #additional resolve, as time unspools in threads we cannot hold. We walk through storms no compass can absolve, our silence stitched in seams of quiet gold. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

Kicked off my shoes, ran fast, ran #free— sky in my teeth, dirt on my knees, laughin' like the world forgot me. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags

In the dim pulse of a midnight #newsletter, your name flickers — a moth to my ribs, whispers stitched between pixels, like rain searching for a window, like a body remembering its dream. #vss365 #return #poetry #blueskypoets #tiredofhashtags