Inner Child

Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.

The Ego of Self-Induced Terror

Depression becomes the battle that we fight with ourselves. Which side of our willpower will win?

This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.

One Year. 165 Hours. The Final Product; a Unique Collage Art Book

Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.

We will be in your mind with every breath. We will haunt you into your death.

I am a woman writing sins upon the sand moved and expressive accepting my lessons.

I can only sit and observe the winding streets of your hurt.

This world is not for the Otherkin to be coupled with Humans.

Displaced energy you disrupt the synergy of life with your anger and separated strife.

Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on