You gutted me like one of your fish, scraped me clean.

And when it finally came time to eat, you spat me back out.

Disgusted by my rotting flesh, as if it weren’t you that turned me into the hunk of meat I am.

Open Letter

To the kin that I made feel unloved or unwanted, angered or sad, burdened- I’m sorry.

All I wanted was love & light, but the shadows in my mind poured from my mouth.

I love my life, it’s the most blest gift that I cannot seem to accept.