Absence weighs heavily on a wife with three children in tow but even that is better than life with a drunken bully
the feminine pen, driven by emotion never rests for an idle moment of thought, just sensibility that only my feminity could write so simply
Daughter of the moon, caressed hills and valleys are fleeting until empty guilt finds you laying your head on his chest; her hand was warm and soft, he kissed her eyelids, searching for a connection now his passion had ebbed; even the darkness cannot hide the fact they are strangers; she was seeking love, his…
Pity man who bleeds in battle, badge of honour, despising woman’s lunar flows of life giving fluids.
express yourself in nature dreams of mythic patterns of the moon in blood
I have listened to the wind for the wisdom of the spirits, neither fire nor water or earth can move me when the wind whispers my name, urging me on through the trees to my astral sisters
In the afterlife mystics nebulous, supernatural spiritual female souls search sacraments, internalising blame. Penitent pawns gesture, curious priests castigating celestial glory, communicating with angels tempted by women’s receptivity, exciting his lust.