I dream in release

I dream in moonlit summer evenings,

in salted ocean on sweet skin,

in a body that sways and curves

like the earth I was born in,

I dream in vivid uncertainty,

knowing myself and yet not knowing,

life like sand beneath a barefoot goddess,

certain yet shifting,

but beautiful, always.

the vines in my veins

Sometimes I swear I

wrote myself into

oblivion, pen

twisting onto paper and

becoming resounding

screams of


Sometimes I swear I

wrote myself out

of oblivion, words

becoming threads of

self love and

healing, growing

vines in my veins and

telling me to

climb them.

Perhaps there were

treasures buried in the


perhaps I wrote myself


just to write myself