Sail through open shores
Peek through holes in slated floors
Bring to me shrines filled with
Bones
Taken and consecrated
Loved and sacred.
You will be seen
And
You will be free
Your mind open and
Cleared.
Your faith renewed.
I am power.
I am night.
Your fears are misplaced
Silly witch.
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Dumping Grounds
PoesíaSometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
