50/F/Michigan Writing is a reminder that I'm still alive. A hippie with a gypsies touch. Hollow, trying to embrace the earths saliva. Ask me anything I'm very open and honest. 359 followers / 22.4k words
My ribs,a trap door to my mind Woven weakness's, cage my hope Bones of men fight the sunlight I kissed the moon with cracked teeth Comets weeping, undone Snow drops,a psychedelic Violin Swimming home in a cosmic orb
Filling cups with generations of pain, Refusing to drink it anymore Segregation, deprivation, invasion I'm barely breathing Scrap me from this earth As I taste it
The music child tasting the sound Tucking myself into this moment As Jupiter lies under my bed A slender moon brushes my cheek Pine cone fingers made of blood root sap Lace fireflies collect their thoughts in the silver maple trees
Hamlet my lightening rose Summer on my lips I tunnel and tangle inside you Drinking from the basin of your youth Earths saliva scribbles upon my dust Cosmic beauty with a creatures face
Sweltering groins in the church pew heat Dolorous gospels outcry Lines of blackberries spread as the morning grows Daylilie's hanging on for dear life Men's brows wiped hastily Silence that deafens a room In this temple of my homestead