Goosebumps sneak
on bare skin, as I feel...

Witches galore, hidden souls ready to soar
cobwebs of the heart can no longer cloud...

My heart is an
active volcano...

All other voices are blocked out.
The scratching throat of the wind...

I had always embraced solitude as personal...
a path for me to tread upon slowly but diligently...

"Is it possible to fill holes
when you're done being...

I feel most at home
when it's raining...

I haven't felt this close
to an anxiety attack in months...

There's not one reason;
it's never that simple...

I was breathed into the coral reef
of aqueous rocks and morning caves...

The day is finished, and
she didn’t say goodnight the way...

Marilynn, was your story ever composed?
Did you live without any guitar chords...