Nighttime Haunts the Muscles

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

Where Is Nowhere?

Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?

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

In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.

I have morphed into triangulated dimensions new friendships beautiful intention.

But who celebrates the Motherless child?