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Sometimes against the darkness all you need is the sight of some wings to make you feel at ease. At least that was the case as I drove down the wooded road that night, the only illumination coming from the moon and some sporadically placed street lights. I had no idea where I was, but I knew to keep driving on that road until I saw an old farmhouse, and from there I was to take a left down another wooded road and drive for about half a mile. Maybe a little more. His directions were, as alway...

Demons Can press their palms Against my heart if they want to, But There is blood under my skin That carries something stronger As It rushes about, swirling And crashing like fierce ocean tides. I Know that the things I fear Are the things I can reduce to words, To Small marks on a piece of paper, To breathy utterances I whisper at night. But If I never worry about slipping I will never learn to watch my steps, or Worse, I will never let myself shrug off the Doubt that wraps itself around my ...

Under the cover of the wave, the world is opaque. The azure ceiling veiled in white lather Reflects with an iridescent shimmer, And everything becomes silent. The quiet becomes a thick pressure Against my ears, a booming calm. My body rushes down, sucked to the floor And I swear I can feel every molecule of water Sparking with the electricity of life. Once, I was told, “The white foam is dead mermaids.” And I dreamed for weeks Of beautiful women with fins, green and blue Scales like small mas...

Sometimes against the darkness all you need is the sight of some wings to make you feel at ease. At least that was the case as I drove down the wooded road that night, the only illumination coming from the moon and some sporadically placed street lights. I had no idea where I was, but I knew to keep driving on that road until I saw an old farmhouse, and from there I was to take a left down another wooded road and drive for about half a mile. Maybe a little more. His directions were, as alway...

With a little whisper of breath she said, Nothing is black and white except for black and white themselves, As though she knew for sure that this was so. My neck prickled when she said this, Thousands of hairs stood like blades of grass grown tall, Because of the intensity behind her eyes. I could see a hurricane brewing off the coast, Behind the bluffs of her eyelids And under the clouds of her lashes, And I wanted to tell her that it’s ok to believe that Sometimes the world is really black ...