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Churning, yearning, burning with desire
laying silent and waiting…still as death
the heat begins from nowhere, and from everywhere…
the trigger pulling back further and further, impossible slow motion-like a nightmare
‘till power like the sun erupts within.
Mysteries beyond our understand play havoc if we ask the ‘whys’, our understanding infinitely meager, our knowledge but a speck of dust.
Churning, yearning, burning with desire- swelling, welling, laying silent,
pressure building, bursting, t… Continue

Her change-delicate, time stops for no one.
Her beautiful dress floats to the grass, revealing hidden secrets left unseen beneath her cover now left bare.
You can see her scars more clearly, her beauty harder to find without the lush summer makeup, her dresses, her cover.
You can see between the lines now, can see how hard time has been on her, the scars men have left on her, past lovers that in the end raped her, stole from her, then left without a backward glance.
Changing again from Mother to… Continue