She Cannot Watch

Sometimes it's best for her not to watch, but instead, to hold space and energy which will be needed to help clean up the aftermath.

Through the Mud

I am crawling Beneath barbed wire. It is rigged With explosives. Shhh. Head down, Close to this ground, Knees deep in, sunk, Through the mud. I am dissociated From the change related To regular life patterns. I feel scattered. Into the caves I Disengage for battle. The end is near. I hear the echoes cackle. … Continue reading Through the Mud