identity of sisterhood possesses my character shaped by nature lover of the moon attached to wild blowing winds
identity and desire to be one passionately entwined female characters borrowed from life sin and virtue living within my thoughts
Absence weighs heavily on a wife with three children in tow but even that is better than life with a drunken bully
good men brave and true do not fear the leap into danger it is for women and children to sit home and quiver until the good men do not return
Somewhere there was a witch in the moonlight shadows fading a female slaving over lessons in love emasculating men to lose control of their own bodies placing pearls in his ears while stroking his thigh
The night before I turned six years old there was a big storm that rattled the house throughout the night. The loud thunder and flashes of lightning were so scary I wanted to sleep in Mum’s bed, but she said I should be brave now I was about to turn six. As I lay in…
Pity man who bleeds in battle, badge of honour, despising woman’s lunar flows of life giving fluids.