Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Red is the blood dancing through me and orange is my sunset.
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
Sexual abuse, trauma; Leaves physical scars Too deep to ever leave.
I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression.
I have dissected new sections of pain which remain in the hidden spaces of my brain.
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
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