Sometimes forgiveness is the warmth of the sun on your skin after travelling through a snow storm, blind and without direction. Other times, it feels like a bitten bullet while someone is cutting off a vital part of who you are.
Either way, you can choose to give into the darkness and pain or fight long enough to see the sun.
-feral kenyon
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excerpt from The Feral Woman // aphorisms, poetry, and prose
coming 2020
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the feral woman / aphorisms, prose, and poetry
PoetrySo often have women been told to subdue their feral natures. Sit pretty and say less; act this way and that or risk being unladylike. Our femininity is putty in the hands of patriarchy, and unless we acknowledge the women inside of us -- the pure, u...
