Skin: There are miles to me. Eyes: A deep onyx. Tresses of Indian ink hair locks hang free on my petite frame. Is this beauty? The transient and evolving features that define me? Can you see past the flesh that envelopes me: Hear the lofty and intricate thoughts of my mind, The exorbitant way I […]
There is a sheen that works its way, out of the edges of my mind; it metastasizes to my physicality. Untouchable, indestructible; undetectable. I daringly gaze into the eyes of otherwise faceless people. I implore them–anyone– to visualize the framework of my audacious, unsteady mind; the truths that I hide, the venom that spills occasionally […]
How do you know your heart beats true? Does it steadily beat and swathe with purpose? Does the blood coalesce with the stuff of your mind? How can you know? Will you know in time?