The Grief Pedigree
Feb 5, 2024
Trauma tied to my mind. Refusing to forgive, mad because I’d rather see death than to rectify.
Why?
They didn’t mistake what they meant, but they want me to fertilize their shit. Raised with the taste of malnourishment. Waste-the desert, full on emptiness and pain. Man shouldn’t remain in the dirt. He should mold it as the foundation to display worth.
