I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression. I am your words, unspoken and unheard, representative of pain revealing what you restrain, heart broken and torn, cries of the unborn. I am a servant echoes of the quiet haunt moving ghosts in … Continue reading I Am
"My little mind was already trying to reason his abuse of me. I remember thinking, “He thinks I am my mom. It's ok.”
I imagine cutting off contact with him probably made him treat my mother worse. I’m sure he took his anger out on her.
Skeletons remain in the spaces beneath the pain. My brain becomes a seismograph of moving timelines and opportunities to rewind. I enter the dark caverns armed. This is no place for charm or niceties. This is a war to be fought by a single army. I am one with what was formed. I go quiet … Continue reading Skeletons Remain
In battle, small platoons take hold positions. Their leaders converse and strategize. It is neither a battle they plan to fight nor a war they wish to start. It will be a complete conquering, and this must be a smooth sweep. Such things are not decided upon quickly. Every angle is inspected thoroughly and repeatedly. … Continue reading The Birth of Death
The rain is folding in waves against the windows. I close my eyes into moments of lull. In the intricate weaving of life, a flow emerges. Remain steady. Stand ready. I am swaying on cusps, seeing into futures, and I delight at the hope before me. This choice I have been given, to live a … Continue reading The Woven Sea
I can only sit and observe, The winding streets of your hurt.
You are hiding behind a star.
How to separate truth from fiction? There is only one way. First, you must become completely pure into yourself. How, you ask?
This world is not for the Otherkin to be coupled with Humans.
Underneath the energyCalled skin, IAm weighted, aReinvented spawn ofSeeds processed throughUniversal time. You said youDidn't know howsuch things happen. You lied.I felt it inside. I sat confirmed,In the least, smiling.They were duped, used,Arrogantly believed itWas special giftsThey received. Oh, you fools.We gave you nothing. Instead, we insured aPlanetary pureness, afterYou had purged the Mother,Wringing her … Continue reading Underneath
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