I Want to Live, and Run with All the Wild Horses of Our Tribe.
Tonight we will run with the wild horses of our tribe streaking across the twilight sky, calling out our names and demanding the night to release us.
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gaslight
For All the Mothers. {poetry}
for gaslighted mothers who question their truth
for mothers who choke on the guilt of their knowing
and mothers who wear all their shame like a cloak