grounded

these days are meant for grounding . let me open up my willow arms and sink my roots deep into  the earth; at a time when the world can’t stop moving, the ground is still and I think of you . pairing off into two colored lines, one yellow, one red, from the blood we’veContinue reading “grounded”

The First Day

The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me.   But it was not me that I saw.   My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”

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