And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
May 27, 2011 by Christie
throw the flour round the kitchen and dust the room
2:03 PM another day again
My uniform splattered with my...
Hallucinations; delusions within method ripped from the cellar,
Porcelain displays taking you within the disease.
My wings splayed covering the Earth which buried her peace in a shallow unmarked grave. The bride ran; naked past her youth; her ...
The shadows that lift up their daggers and puncture old scars
Patterns in the crimson
Smudging the droplets; bloody...
stellar light through apostrophes and holes fill the pages of yesterdays enlightenment now just an echo and long forgotten story...
is a writer who lives in Dallas, GA, just outside of the Atlanta area. She is a young entrepeneur, who almost never sleeps.
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