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 tears the weariness written on his skin like ancient runes but there was hope in his kiss that made me wonder if I could be his salvation at least for … Continue reading Broken Angel
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 in my heart my lungs i watch the drops of blood slowly pool at my feet while I struggle to breathe deep the empty air left behind in your wake … Continue reading Silver Bullets
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 tears the weariness written on his skin like ancient runes but there was hope in his kiss that made me wonder if I could be his salvation at least for … Continue reading Broken Angel
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 light shall fill me radiate out from my deepest core I will love and be beloved embrace peace and let it spill from my soul welcome myself joyously without judgment … Continue reading Where the Mountain Meets the Moon
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 who have waited who have endured a salt wash of tears in eyes long thought dry a tingle in fingertips in palms now empty longing to cup themselves around bare … Continue reading Stirring
Brave & Reckless 