My voice is not sick.
My heart does not lack charge
And my fingers rest beautifully.

My wires are impeccably engineered.
My brain is alight with knowing
And my belly, understanding.

Tell me, what does yours say?
Does it lie to you?

Our voices are not sick
Our words are not misguided.
We simply know you well,
And suffer for it.

the trials she fails scatter her decisions -
she harbors quiet chaos in her mind's wake,
fathoming a reality unfit for spoken prose,
a truth vested in ambitions stretched; striving.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺-
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬.
𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥:
𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.
𝘖𝘳-
𝘜𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘺.
𝘉𝘶𝘵-
𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳:
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦.
𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.
𝘍𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.
𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 '𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣'.

Something happens for you
something changes,
a part of your power
a part of your abilities
a part of you

when you’re faced with truth,
and choice,
when moving from known
into uncertainty

and in the face of this
adversity,
you lose a part of
yourself.

The smoke
it hangs low,
a weight in my lungs
like the feeling in my soul

the forests
burn themselves,
and out of destruction,
the new growth is born,
like us

be born again,
let my love
nourish & caress you
scars and all

rise to the
challenge
when fear beckons

lay your heavy head
and tired mind
in my lap
and let your tears
of sadness,
and longing
flow in the space between my legs

let go.

and like that,
I will hold you
& show you the
promises I won’t
break

let me reveal
my inner corners
as you show me yours,
and prove to you
how tender I will be
with your delicate
heart

resist the temptation
& give into me
instead

make love to me.

lay your lips
on mine
& slip yourself
into the space
between my hips

let me show you
true ecstasy,
let the arch of
my back
show you what
words can’t

let our bated breaths
& escaping moans
be our solemn vow
that fear
will
never
rule here
again

let your fingers
get tangled in my hair
as your heart beats
against mine,
as a reminder of what
is ours

have courage
& fervour
to hold on,
when fear
taunts you to let go,
when it smirks
because the intensity
almost burns,
& your soul bleeds
and your bones ache
& your
will is
tested

in these dark moments,
find strength in me

because something happens for you
something changes,
a part of your power
a part of your abilities
a part of you

when you’re faced with truth,
and choice,
when moving from known
into uncertainty,
when you’re
fearless.

Empress won’t impress
just to please

With a vendetta against aggression
she brings violence to its knees

Tiger striped thighs tantalise
though single handedly she
plays tonight

on a mission, led by zebra striped eyes
she rides the northern lights

Peace and presence, her only weapon
an Empress needn’t corruption to threaten

i was built
on the crest of a wave
and swelling roll of tide
and i was not forged
to walk on my knees
just so that others may
know peace

Esther Krenzin

I’m feeling dangerous tonight
fire in my eyes, and you know you’ll
have to fight,
or fall down before me.