We are not mercy. We are strength. We are not bitterness. We are valiance.
The first time I wore a two piece bathing suit I was fourteen years old. I recall the nakedness my stomach felt as it met sun and warmth. My skin tingled. I was shy. Yet, the more I fed my body with the light of the sun's reflection, the more I embraced its glow. I … Continue reading If We Have Rules Are We Free?
She was broken silver Unwound and unraveled She followed the shadows Of ungranted wishes Wind comes Leaving half torn Remnants of color A pinwheel once moved By breath Sometimes death Becomes a beautiful life Lifting her to the other side Where madness turns To twisted smiles I watch her worry She is churning The what … Continue reading The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel