Sundays reflection: You tried honestly, with the soft hands of something new, young joy trembling at the edge of becoming. You felt it, didn’t you? And it scared you. #tarot #collectivereading #witchcraft

Between the Numbers They tell us one in four like a clean division, like pain lines up politely to be counted. But I have seen numbers bleed. I have seen them shrink themselves to fit inside a form, tick a box that says incident instead of what happened to me. #poetry

Between the Numbers They tell us one in four like a clean division, like pain lines up politely to be counted. But I have seen numbers bleed. I have seen them shrink themselves to fit inside a form, tick a box that says incident instead of what happened to me. #poetry

62 million. And the world will call it anything but what it is we have come to expect it. We know the system is working exactly as intended. They will find fault with the victims. They will erase the predators names. They will question why women stayed. #62million

62 million. And the world will call it anything but what it is we have come to expect it. We know the system is working exactly as intended. They will find fault with the victims. They will erase the predators names. They will question why women stayed. #62million

Lady of the Vultures She fell back to the earth not as a failure but as a return. Above her, the sky circled with her watchers dark-winged keepers of endings, misnamed as ugly scorned for scavenging what appears as worthless, by mouths that do not fear decay. Vultures… #poetry #myths

For the Women Who Conquer the Dark We gather where the night feels thickest, where shadows press in like warnings, where every sound carries weight. We do not pretend the fear isn’t real. We name it. We taste it in the back of our throats. #poetry #witchcraft

Rekindle. You remember that version like a place you keep trying to return to through the noise. But somewhere in the chaos you folded yourself smaller, softened your edges, poured your fire into a container that was never meant to hold you but snuff you out. #tarot #collective #poetry

Pain is the map trauma is the teacher you can’t break what’s already been shattered and someone who has learned how to use those pieces to heal in such a way that turns every hurt into strength you never saw coming. #trauma #survivor

Collective tarot take what resonates. Life is not fair. You tended you toiled You built a life you were beginning to love. Until the ending came not like a door closing, but like a blade laid carefully along the spine of trust. #tarot #poetry

Somedays I want to say fuck it and relapse too bad today is Friday and someday never seems to come. #recovery #addiction

You are enough even when the world doesn’t reciprocate, even when your hands reach out and come back holding only air. Even when you gave like a river that didn’t know restraint clear, constant, believing thirst would mean gratitude. #poetry

The most powerful person in the room is the one who needs nothing. They do not reach. #poetry

The most powerful person in the room is the one who needs nothing. They do not reach. #poetry

Most people are not afraid of dying, they are afraid they never lived.

You are enough even when the world doesn’t reciprocate, even when your hands reach out and come back holding only air. Even when you gave like a river that didn’t know restraint clear, constant, believing thirst would mean gratitude. #poetry

I want to be heard without the risk of sound, without the fragile bridge of words that once collapsed beneath me. The last time I spoke, I offered something soft not even everything, just the truth shaped gently: I need you. #poetry #Ephemeral

Three cards laid like a sentence. It is a blindfold tied in fear, arms caught in the geometry of surrender, swords pinning truths exposure with fragility laid bare. #poetry #tarot

The Fox and the Lion #poetry The lion does not see the trap until it snaps its jaw around his pride. But he is fear. He is the sound that silences dissent, the weight that bends spines into obedience. His claws are declarations. His roar, a law no one votes against.

The Loneliness of Clarity The loneliness of clarity is not silence it is noise no one else can hear. It is standing in a crowded room while the walls whisper truths through their cracks, and everyone else calls it stillness. #poetry #SenseWrds #prompt205

Invocation to the Pink Moon on April Fools Pink Moon, first blush of spring lifting yourself over the bones of winter, I call to you tonight. Not as a believer but as a conspirator in symbolism a quiet accomplice in the human habit of meaning. #poetry #witchcraft #invocation

Some lines pray. Some lines bite. Some sound like bandages being wrapped slowly around a wound no one else can see. Others sound like teeth. #poetry

A Thing or Two About Living. After a while you learn a thing or two about living: that evil rarely arrives with horns or thunder. It arrives politely, with folded arms and a soft voice saying that couldn’t have happened. #poetry

A name worn thin like ink left in the rain. The forgotten are not always the dead. Sometimes they are the ones who spoke too early or too loudly, the ones who carried strange truths in ordinary hands. #poetry

#Rats They build the maze first. Clean white walls, smooth as certainty, corridors bending like questions already answered. Then they release the rats. At first they run wild whiskers trembling with instinct, noses full of the electric scent of freedom. #poetry #vssdaily

The closed heart does not receive not kindness, not mercy, not the quiet miracle of being held without having to win. #poetry

Women The powerful women of history do not remain women in the stories. They become demons so heroes can slay them. Fear is easier than respect. And power that cannot be owned must be erased. #poetry

The Magic of Words Words are small things until they are not. A whisper can bend the spine of night, it can slip beneath a locked door, and coil around a tired heart. #poetry #magic #witchcraft

The Magic of Words Words are small things until they are not. A whisper can bend the spine of night, it can slip beneath a locked door, and coil around a tired heart. #poetry #magic #witchcraft

Let it come like rain on dry earth, like breath filling the lungs of the nearly drowned. I call abundance into the bones of this body, into the empty corners of my life, into the spaces where fear once built its quiet nests. #poetry #witchcraft

The Brutal-ness of Honesty Hope is a stubborn animal that chews through its own leg before it admits it saw the trap. I saw the ending long before the last word was spoken. I just kept going like a fool who already knew how the story would end. #poetry

Ribbons and Chains The chain that tethers me is rusted. Each link flakes into orange dust at the slightest pull of breath. I used to believe strength looked like iron heavy, cold, dragging sparks behind it as I walked through the world. #vssdaily #chain #poetry

#vssdaily #soul You were never meant for straight lines. Not for the clean geometry of predictable lives, not for the tidy language of “should” and “someday.” You were built like weather shifting, electric, a body that remembers storms before they arrive. #poetry

And the terrible thought arrived what if no one is coming. What if the road stays empty. What if the hero is just another story people tell children so they sleep through the storm. #poetry

Crossing with the Swords Someone carried secrets like blades, stolen treasure rusts trust. The soft theft of honesty in the middle of the night. Morning arrived anyway. It always does… #poetry #tarot

Crossing with the Swords Someone carried secrets like blades, stolen treasure rusts trust. The soft theft of honesty in the middle of the night. Morning arrived anyway. It always does… #poetry #tarot

The Scales and the Chain The Devil does not shout. He whispers. A hand on the back of the neck, a voice that says stay. Stay in the fire because it is warm. Stay in the cage because at least it is familiar. #poetry #tarot

How Sirens Are Made She believed in repair. In staying. In loving harder when things began to crack. But kindness is a slow drowning. #poetry #myth #magick

The problem with lifeboats is that they’re temporary. You climb in because the water below is all hunger jagged mouths of waves snapping at the wreckage. #vssdaily #poetry #lifeboats

When a woman whispers to the dark and asks the broken body to mend, they call it a curse. When she whispers to the dead, manipulates energy through flames, they call it madness. #poetry

Not grand gestures not fireworks or speeches that flare bright and vanish into smoke. I do not live in spectacle. I live in the quiet proof of someone who stays. Not perfect. Not dramatic. Just certain. Because presence is devotion. And consistency is how a heart learns it is safe. #poetry

The thief who blames the lock. They told us our bodies were fragile vessels guard it carefully we are heirlooms with legs. They taught us young worth lived between our thighs, an innocence that could be stolen like a door left open in the wrong neighbourhood… #poetry

The Woman Who Made a Goddess They say in a year when the weather forgot its manners and the crows argued with the wind, a woman sat alone at the edge of things and refused to pray to anyone else’s god… #vssdaily #claim #poetry #witchcraft

Blood Moon Invocation: Releasing What No Longer Serves Under the swollen eye of the crimson moon, I stand between what was and what will be. Lunar fire, ancient witness, you who pull oceans from their beds and secrets from the dark #poetry #ritual #witchcraft #bloodmoon

Blood Moon Invocation: Releasing What No Longer Serves Under the swollen eye of the crimson moon, I stand between what was and what will be. Lunar fire, ancient witness, you who pull oceans from their beds and secrets from the dark #poetry #ritual #witchcraft #bloodmoon

Incantation for Peace & Release I lay down the noise. I unhook the claws of urgency from my ribs. I loosen the tight fist of what-if, of should-have, of never-enough. I call my breath back home. #magick #ritual #poetry

#vssdaily #prompt #pedophile This fits written earlier today. Hope that’s ok.

People flinch. Not at the horror at the person holding it. Because it is easier to close down a voice than to tear out rot. Easier to say That didn’t happen. You misunderstood. You’re exaggerating. than to admit the monster wears a familiar face and passes the potatoes at dinner… #poetry

Love vs. Peace They squared up in an alley behind a shuttered convenience store, neon flickering like a bad prophecy. Love came in loud bleeding knuckles, split lip grin, heart swinging from a chain like a weapon. Boots heavy with want. Breath tasting like whiskey and forever….. #poetry

Love vs. Peace They squared up in an alley behind a shuttered convenience store, neon flickering like a bad prophecy. Love came in loud bleeding knuckles, split lip grin, heart swinging from a chain like a weapon. Boots heavy with want. Breath tasting like whiskey and forever….. #poetry