New poem: Disobedient Goddesses
We are not going back. Its dark stains us skin-to-marrow: trauma-bonded, our stolen gold, our treasures, our precious essences, palms greased open by promises. She can absorb harsh words, clot…
Where I Burn
We are not going back. Its dark stains us skin-to-marrow: trauma-bonded, our stolen gold, our treasures, our precious essences, palms greased open by promises. She can absorb harsh words, clot…