By: Shyloh and Koriandr’

Word on the Street Issue 47, September 2024

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Walking two different journeys holding hands side by side. Two beating  hearts bleed the same type of life.

You threw me the buoy to stop me from sinking, you’re helping me rapidly change my thinking.

We were born forced to follow the yellow brick road, now… we both pose on the rose kissed stones.

The one last hug at the end of the night, a haven of safety till the day brings forth light.

Traumatized children abandoned to suffer, the cries of an infant unheard by the mother.

When boys dig up my emotions and use me for pleasure, I come back to you and you treat me like treasure.

Brought me out of my shell when I needed a friend, showing me that a heart can be mended again

They brainwashed the best parts of us to extinction, blurring real and false realities to have no distinction.