Liana Mir
Liana Mir reads, writes, and wrangles the muses from her mundane home in the Colorado Rockies and, occasionally, from the other side of the Barrier.
Poetry is Spilling Blood
Peeling back the icy skin / We wrap like armor around our hearts
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Poem
Lyric
Poem
Writing poetry is spilling blood
Lancing the heavens within our veins
Peeling back the icy skin
We wrap like armor around our hearts
I forgot to breathe
To live
To dance
But then again
No one taught me how
Writing poetry is breathing blood
Choking through heartache from our own mouths
Refusing to breathe back in
Until our hearts are cleaned, our skin is pure
I lost myself—once
My hope
My dreams
But there they are
Beneath the loss of pain
Lyric
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