I found a language
Only spoken by me
Words describing the
Truth of what I see
The sleeping
The weeping
Must everything have
Definition in this
Two dimensional
“I have a question
Need an answer
About the hereafter
And what might not be?”
No satisfaction
In the possibility
Of being
They sell
Tears in bottles
Quiet in caves
Satiation for the
Impotent pain
I speak of me
The anxiety
The way I
Breathe through each
Rhythmic memory
Floating inside
The digital veil
I speak
Authenticity
Vulnerability
This is
The language of me
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Vennie Kocsis is a writer, artist, and survivor who uses her creativity to explore the depths of the human experience. Her writing is raw, honest, and thought-provoking, delving into themes of trauma, healing, and personal growth.
With a background in writing and a passion for storytelling, Vennie has written several books and articles on the topics of cult survival and trauma healing. Her work has been featured in publications such as “Escaping Utopia” by Dr. Janja Lalich, Book Riot’s Top 100 Cult Books, Bad Redhead Media, Shepherd’s Books and International Cultic Studies journal.
When she’s not writing, Vennie can be found making art, being still within herself, or spending time in nature. She believes that creativity and connection are essential to a fulfilling life, and she strives to inspire others to embrace their own unique paths.
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“Tears in bottles
Quiet in caves”
Lovely!!!
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Thank you ❤
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nice! Fav lines: They sell | Tears in bottles
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Thank you 🙂
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