Paint the Snow Pink

There is a pain in living For those devoured With awareness We are buried Under frozen ponds Murky muddied memories Where wicked absconds Desperately holding on To waning sun In for the long run Exploring depth Of clouded breath This feeling isn’t new Existing in pulses Ripples and surges Repulsive Reflection Of what I am … Continue reading Paint the Snow Pink

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I’d be lying if I said I’m okay Today torrential turmoil So full I’m overflowing Lava fields solidify loss Thoughts stagnant in stone Collective torment of the invisible woman Endured and embodied Residue of resplendence washed away Into a massive caldera of an ancient volcano Choking On ashen acid aching Rim collapsing from seismic shaking … Continue reading Home