Seat laid back I stare up at the sky Out window, tinted dark Through the glass to my side Watching the skeletal trees Turn from verde to oxide My little trees hang twist spin In the turbulent gaseous air All the scents of the rainbow To match with my despair I count them now strawberry… Continue reading little trees and fallen leaves
Sigils and signs Giving protection Mother's talisman Father's rope around my neck Markings of magic Of the gods Trees whisper the names of my ancestors Telling me this this right now is where I should be leaving my cave home the hill in front of me it's peak too high to see the place where… Continue reading gods’ eyes fall
Here are my two cents. I was holding off giving them but here they fucking are. Two reasons why it piss me the fuck off when these men call the "outing" of sexual fucking predators a witch-hunt.