The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
When the Photons Call
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Inner Child
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
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The Ego of Self-Induced Terror
Depression becomes the battle that we fight with ourselves. Which side of our willpower will win?
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A Childhood Near Death Experience
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
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Nighttime Haunts the Muscles
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
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A Road-Trip To Somewhere No One Has Ever Been
Losing my brother crippled me. I laid my body beside his and sang to him about the goddesses as he passed away. I felt like a piece of me shattered with that loss.
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We Are Your Revelation
We will be in your mind with every breath. We will haunt you into your death.
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I Am
I am a woman writing sins upon the sand moved and expressive accepting my lessons.
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A Different Kind Of Damaged
I can only sit and observe the winding streets of your hurt.
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The Tightest Bud
This world is not for the Otherkin to be coupled with Humans.
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Underneath
Displaced energy you disrupt the synergy of life with your anger and separated strife.
Vennie Kocsis 
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