The Art of Blurting

Arianna Odinec

May 31, 2025

1 min read

There is an art that

comes with blurting

More than a room full

Of eyes and ears there is a beauty

To my disruption

A life that lives inside of

Me that begs to escape yet

No one seems to see the

Joy I find in this part of myself

That escapes through my mouth

And gives life to all I am

All I surround

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