December 29, 2019 she cuts outthe little pieces of madnessshe believes to be hidden beneath her skin she sees the beauty in blood she knowsfreedom will come by letting go let go, she whispersmy madness, let me go Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels micropoetry 🇬🇧 Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
November 01, 2019 nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,wind rustling the remaining leavesgnarly branches,black against the moonthe sweetest dreams,taking residence in my heartyou & Ian impossible possibilitythe sheets will not reveal my secrets Read more
In silence November 29, 2018 never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night Read more
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