tantrum
- freyapayne5
- Feb 16
- 1 min read

I depart the propriety of my face and scream.
perhaps its was there all along, left over from birth and now inevitably erupting,
when the scream stops, a ragged inhale will draw back the world.
fine art projects with painting, etching and stained glass, sales and commissions, studio updates via '8 minute poems' blog
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