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I will not stay asleep
nor be idle for a hundred years I will not buckle to panic when I feel the wolf is near
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He wraps his arms around me and inhales my scent greedily, like I am fresh meat for him to consume. I try to push him away but it’s like trying to push a stalled bulldozer off the street with my bare hands.
“I don’t want you here,” I tell him bitterly. “Things are always fine until you show up.” Feet pounding, heart racing, you run full speed ahead at the wall. As soon as you are close enough you use all of your strength to leap forward, right foot outstretched as you go flying forward. Your foot meets the stones and you immediately kick yourself off of the wall, flying backwards and hitting the creature right in its ugly head.
7/9/2021 0 Comments You Got This (love letter)My dear,
Making it through these woods is not easy. It is not a task for the faint of heart or for the weak. Lucky for you, you are neither. 6/9/2021 0 Comments Seedlings (phoenix poem)“Here,”
I said my child palms showing you the things I loved the things that shook my heart more alive |
Theresa
is a book, tarot, and astrology nerd / a bleeder of ink (if you haven't heard) / and a shadow alchemist firebird. ArchivesCategoriesAll Astro Ode Encouragement Infusible Magick Love Letter Magick Thieves Matters Of The Heart Phoenix Moments Pluto Poetry Reimagined Fairy Tales Sobriety Story Theresa's Musings |
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