Cataclysmic

She found herself. She found herself in a pile of blood on her bathroom floor,  with the Moon watching as she bled.  Weeping. Life running through her pores, life poring through her mouth, constant yelling, and fleeting thoughts of salvation as she  drowned.   In that moment, she found herself at her lowest. She became…

Our Power

Do you ever sit back and reread your writing? As I sit here today and reread my poems I become lost in the waves of emotions, and stories hidden within each line. They Feel so foreign to me. I can pinpoint exactly where I was, and why I wrote each poem, yet It feels so…