I am not greatly moved by compliments to my avatar,
For I know that does not represent self.
Do not judge me for this cover,
For I am not my color.
This body is my container,
Mangled and scarred over time
Will release me.
Self witnessed
In the movement and words of this vessel,
Flowing and expanding into the unseen.
Energy infinite of which I am,
Singing my tune into the web.
Lattice of the collective,
I feel you in me and with me.
Hear my call?
Everything we do has power,
Becoming what we hone in spite of ourselves.
Grinding sharpened teeth in the shadows,
Telling of what we are in who we choose to dine on.
Grail I am and cup running over,
Tonight & forevermore I sup with self.
On the pooling collection tension unfolding,
A culling birth to unknowing.
On tabula rasa new stories to be told,
Tales through membranous sheath delved & delivered.
Miraculous dance in the waxing and waning,
Bouquet of flowers in an urn ever yearning.
Hear my call.
About the Creator
S. Rae
Using pen as lantern, with curious gaze do I observe and witness. Humor blended with love, paramount for survival of this heart. Writings to share and release, to birth and make peace. Through vulnerability to the explicit, do I dare.
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This article serves as an index for my series of courtroom drama stories. I started out with the first story for the Just A Minute challenge and realized, prompted by Hannah Moore, that it could be told from different angles and perspectives of various characters.
By Lana V Lynx2 days ago in Fiction
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