it was costly to be what she was a toll for a soul, a coin for a nap while the raven’s eye watched soulfully like odin’s, but kinder at least to her – […]xxii. souls sold in silence — finding serendiipitii
gripped around warmth and song, caressing sharp teethand kissing bloodied lips. no screaming, just silence set against the crashing waves on an unexplored shoreline, breaking and sliding back with contentment. reminders embodied in stainless steel and gemwork tossing and turning on the thought of filling your hands and emptying herself. a grasp that never slips, […]the shape of your hands — finding serendiipitii
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This poem placed 3rd in a national contest by the National Poetry Institute of Canada and is © Ashley Gallaher-Pollard, an amazing poet and I am proud to say a close friend. Follow the link, you will enjoy her blog and her artistry with words.
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