Love entered like a quiet storm, its beauty masking the chaos beneath. Read this free poetic glimpse into Episode 1 of ‘The Bruises We Don’t

Love entered like a quiet storm—its beauty alluring, its winds deceptive. In Episode 1 of 'The Bruises We Don’t See,' Poeticlee takes you on

Feel my fingers create ripples of expressions that vibrate my passion for you. Feel my fingers give life. Life beyond words, yet so much...

Whatever lifts consciousness releases us from the confines makes our concrete a mushy mess we left behind We are supple young malleable...