Sad Pussy Loss=Angry

The second part to the Seasons of the Heart poetry series. More private rhythmic thoughts from a dirty, broken, estrogen filled mind. Raw, vulgar, literary art from start to finish. Words that truly paint a picture of the turmoil relationships create, exonerating my personal pain by releasing them onto pages. Highlighting the blurry reality that emotions exist within and the impact loss has on the heart. When you fall apart, make art.