Poem: Unchained *** my muse is one who tore me sliced out my counterfeit years upon a bed of razor blades pulled starlight from my tears . my spirit, split and bleeding he took in hand and smiled stitched it up with moonbeam thread pulled … Continue reading Unchained
Tag: Healing
Loss
Few things reach 100% success, especially in matters of the soul. But such was your embrace. Healing it was. With ability to sew shut lacerations forged by fear. It filled the void inside me. Had I known yesterday’s embrace would be our last, I’d have … Continue reading Loss
