Precipice of Healing
8.23.22 Precipice of Healing I stand on the precipice of change and growth. The brink of a cliff that will destroy the mask of who I thought I was, who I thought I was allowed to be. Each time I jump off it, I land upon another cliff, delving deeper…
The Morning Taste Of Blood
I wake for the fourth night in a row with the lingering taste of blood in my mouth.
The Normalcy Of Veins
Many years ago, a trauma of flesh fell upon the lineage. Never once did it get cleaned. Never once did someone wash it. A wrap tied the wound, but it festered beneath that molding cloth.