Tag: Soul
Silver Bullets
you are scars sculptured onto my soul black ink memory etched into my skin silver bullets shot from a high–powered rifle penetrating my flesh embedding
Broken Angel
his broken halo still gleamed dull gold his haunted eyes a kaleidoscope of all that he had seen I could taste the loss in his
Where the Mountain Meets the Moon
where the mountain meets the moon I shall stand arms raised in supplication naked face lifted high to be washed pure by her silver glow
Stirring
there is a stirring an ache in the heart a rise in the soul of ancient voices of women who have bled who have lost
Moment of Transformation (reimagined)
You ask me when I knew ink flowed through my veins like blood the moment I understood that truth simmered in the cauldron of my
