Mind over Migraine
Red Dress
She doesn’t need a red dress.
She sheds it and with it, her insecurities;
she sheds the expectations and arbitrary standards,
put on her by the layers of her world.
She is bold and undressed,
willing to show herself to the world;
to expose the perfection of her imperfection.
She is powerful
and willing to face pain without defense.
She is done hiding.
Fuck the red dress.
She doesn’t need a red dress.
She sheds it and with it, her insecurities;
she sheds the expectations and arbitrary standards,
put on her by the layers of her world.
She is bold and undressed,
willing to show herself to the world;
to expose the perfection of her imperfection.
She is powerful
and willing to face pain without defense.
She is done hiding.
Fuck the red dress.
Portrait of a Tree I
Portrait of a Tree II
Mercer Lake
Pandemic Therapy Space
Beneath the Winter
Eric, Prince of Hearts
Maladaptive Daydream
The backwash of uncried tears,
spills against the back of my skull.
Unclean sorrow,
waits for time's washing;
to undo,
all that was dreamt...
done.
The backwash of uncried tears,
spills against the back of my skull.
Unclean sorrow,
waits for time's washing;
to undo,
all that was dreamt...
done.
Emily's Aurora