I’ve often pictured myself as the girl born to hide in the shadows, overcast by all the stories marked with love. You see those are the ones who get to feel the light, their shine is pure, untainted. You see I’m broken, defected the moment my soul hit land. I’m meant for different things, my…
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I am the Woman – Claire, from CK words and thoughts
I am the Woman your Mother warned you about my challenging energy supposed to be subdued instead of living my life just winging it defying rules and authority more alive and kicking than she ever even permitted herself be good now and suck it up don’t show your feelings better yet don’t feel what you…
I Am the Woman – Mandy Kocsis-Troxell
I am the Woman Your Mother never thought of A Frankenstein monster Stitched together with trauma & tears Holding a Darkness; my greatest strength The one who’ll take the bullet And annihilate the shooter In one fell sweep I am the Woman Who bleeds in truthful ink Who found her voice After nights spent drowned…
I am the Woman – Christine E. Ray
I am the Woman your Mother warned you about the one whose darkness was hidden below the sunny faux finish of excellent manners honor roll grades my monster heart hidden so well that no one noticed me drowning in my self-hate I am the Woman who cut my teeth on black leather and handcuffs control…
With feeling this Time – OldePunk
Carotid artery mistakes Incisive, this empty Crawl is all I can do When God was on The face of the deep, I was under him A darkness indescribable, Without form Let there be light Writhe inconsequential Need for nothing lost Feel summons to whom I belong Calling, chattering never(always) silent No words, no structure, incessant…
Just Words – Jack Neece
I am the girl ripped open Insides out I am the breakdown The tattered remnants of promises to be brave I made only last week I am blood shot eyes and acid clawing I am eggshells and razor blades I am numb and raw I am efficient and lost I am crying and I don’t…
Survival – Megha Sood
Have you noticed the slow cleaving in my backbone? the seamless transformation the branching into my thousand self like a sapling breaking out from the blind seed. I’m sprouting I am growing breaking out of this cocoon. Growing like a medusa this fecundity of myself breaking out into the thousands version of me morphing into…
Apollo’s Wolves – Allister Nelson
Murder, cold, written like fingernails that splintered off under weirwood, through fairy stones, see witch’s mark. Only a deal with the Devil speaks truth. Death’s gall she wrote, death’s sword she spoke. And the haints were close, and the bells closed in, and that wicked pianoman with his smuggler’s fingers plinked out a melody like…
coin on the soft tip of my tongue – Tianna G. Hansen
last night I danced with Death again an infinite waltz of conflicting desires She looked at me expectantly with one hand outstretched for the taking, an offering; Seduction. I wanted to allow her to wrap me in that death robe cover my eyes and drop a coin on the soft tip of my tongue. Promise…
The Sins of My Father – Christine E. Ray
I have always been a dreamer. Waking hours filled with daydreams of a younger, more vibrant self living other, more exotic lives that take the edge off the stupor of middle-age suburbia. Sleeping hours filled with images of places I have been before that morph and change, nightmarish Wonderlands, and places I have never been…
Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen 