moments filled with blood
moments of searing pain
moments
again
bleeding out
nothing more
stillness
nothing more
as the ink runs dry
the pen is dying
bittersweet
as the ink runs dry
Ode to My Mortal Enemy
Seeing the shadow dance in front of me
I hear the ringing in my ear
I am too late
blackened earth
a nuclear explosionan apocalyptic wastelandblackened dirtcharred bonesbroken souls haunting the earth fighting for freedomnearly won the waruntil fear in the egorocked a soul to its very core with the push of a […]
An Ode to Writing
Pen to paper
Fingers to keys…
“untitled”
the raging tunes do nothing but heal
loud noises seal the wounds
of trauma past
medicate or meditate
medicate or meditate
Neither Longing
My bones feel heavy
My muscles ache
hotel lobbies
hotel lobbies
secrets behind closed doors
a welcome to country
a welcome to country
honouring the ancestors of before
SHELIA ★ TAYLOR 
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