I fell,

like a rogue wave crashing

towards the shore into the

deepest chasm of your arms.


like a breath after drowning,

You pull me past skin and


to realms only God and I could


We waged war behind the veil

against human-like demons

with hallowed hungry eyes

and whispered suggestions.

“cast her out”

He screams, but my stone broke

heart is too slick to grasp,

covered in aura-moss,

abandoned to long in the damp-

dark forest of my redwood



Still, I tear at my chest, bloody

fingertips move there way down

my valleys to wet soil and I find

my body halfway in the ground


is it halfway out?

Photo credit: Brook Shaden

“I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself”