Where will we go, Love? To be held in caring arms and know we are not alone in all of this? My paralytic legs and shaking limbs, I become a mannequin filled with lead for you to carry, without the luxury of a silent mind and sealed lips. My skin still drinks your touch and … More The Mantle
If I close my eyes this moment, I could probably sleep forever. Skin on blush satin and bones on feathers. A black velvet blind-fold so light never returns. A tepid tomb for a womb of rest. Body at peace, my spirit could wander to other realms less dense than gravity tethering me so … More Stardust
Will I soften still when my blood spills? When my skeleton is made of molten mercury blades fashioning a scream in my flesh, and the vice on my core is tightened? When my spine becomes a handle for hungry ghouls to grab and pull me down to the Underworld?Will I soften when the Dark Goddess … More Trial of the Rose Keeper
My body is a temperamental painter unsure of her pallet. She never has enough white for the proper mix of light. And she never makes peace with too much black tainting everything with night. And what about rainbows, she asks, always drawing tears down from the cosmos to divert the sun. My body is a … More The Color of Wishes
Engaging with the outside world falls away like shells of walnuts cracked apart for the prize within. Could this be the skin of my serpent soul sloughing off in the violence needed for me to be truly free? To release the dead and dying threads binding me for ages so I may finally live? To … More Dream Girl
Creature Speak - The Language of Creaturehood 