When the Photons Call

The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.

Inner Child

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

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

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.

Into ash and stone leaping downwards. This place would never feel like home.

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