i breathe her in,
sage, wildfire & smoke...

She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known...

I wish I could tell you why and how it hurts,
this concept of sin you believe in...

You mock our worry and precautions,
saying life shouldn't be filled with dread...

You spend my wages willfully, gleefully,
tasting the rotting flesh between my teeth...

My faith in humanity
wanes more and more each day...

His plan was to drown me in crimson,
in the name of a consecrated deity...

I know you'll never find this,
and for that, I'm grateful...

I had to get out of here,
this other dimension...

i remember the first night I
took a pregnancy test...

I convince myself that I must keep writing,
if only to document the thorns I've pulled out...

I tried to picture the scene
before the chaos, before the badges...