Carrying the Bones: Price of My Un-Belonging Is Death.
She carried me, bones and flesh, as best she could with no one left to hold her. She did her best to create the we from the tattered, broken I-ndividualism.
Browsing Tag:
bones
Bones and Trails of Existence.
I hope that my bones will whistle in the wind, and shimmer through the sunlight. That I can leave you pieces to rearrange however best it serves you.
Take Delight and Reclaim Your Bones: a Prophecy of Reviving Womanhood.
Wake up, dry bones of my abandoned faith. Move, remnants of me! Dance to the sound of my spirit voice. Come alive and give me shelter.