A desperate anger dances on her lips as she tries to reclaim something that was never hers never welcome something lost long ago. Hot blood runs quicker now insane with questions and then, abruptly, she leaves and I am guilty once more of being on the verge of not really caring. Silence allows me to hear the answers to still the beating pulse of betrayal and regret to reclaim my essence once more. Until next time. Sign in to see full entry.
- A lovely goddess of that 13th moon for the year - by C. Anzolletti Sign in to see full entry.
Quiet now Please allow An evening without speaking Words of haste Are now erased And silence has new meaning Let me breed mystery And unspoken powerful feelings By my will Let my words Only be healing With harm to none So mote it be Sign in to see full entry.