She
had a feeling
in her gut
like punch
drunk
love
to the lights
that had bathed her
as a child.
She
had a notion
that tides
were turning
spinning round
dizzy with creation
but also
busy with
the death
of her faith.
She
was just Observer
to her fate
today
widdling away
with the blade
that had slain
so many before her.
She
also a warrior
also a storyteller
gave life
to those ideas
which she felt
surely
could keep her warmer.
She
also a psychic
also aware
of the manifestations
we bury below
we bare them below
the surface
she
found peace in
the darkness
that lay
within.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
She
had a feeling
in her gut
like punch
drunk
love
to the lights
that had bathed her
as a child.
She
had a notion
that tides
were turning
spinning round
dizzy with creation
but also
busy with
the death
of her faith.
She
was just Observer
to her fate
today
widdling away
with the blade
that had slain
so many before her.
She
also a warrior
also a storyteller
gave life
to those ideas
which she felt
surely
could keep her warmer.
She
also a psychic
also aware
of the manifestations
we bury below
we bare them below
the surface
she
found peace in
the darkness
that lay
within.
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