A myriad of emotions thrumming through the chest, A caged feral creature never known how to rest. A compilation for anyone that's felt emotions Red and Burning and did'nt know how to set them down. The words here are raw and potent. A story of healing, not in a linear form but in mosaic. You cannot help but look in the mirror and ask, Did you see yourself? To remind you that healing is not linear and nor is trauma, The words embrace the imperfect, and the nature of grief and love to co-exist.
She gives her body over
to the music : like the glass
to the wine, the candle -
wick to the light : nothing
more than a host of the
song, nothing less than
purely devine, if her hand
brushed against mine,
would either of us shatter
to pieces or would my
palm reflect her shine?
what dimension is she
visiting from? what
unknown earth lent its
queen to this crowd tonight?
