I cannot even pick up a pen I have no emotion from which to draw words. No way to reach the anger that burns like a fire. I feel nothing Have my veins turned to ice? Has my heart turned to stone? The sun kisses my skin but it is a stranger to me. My…… Continue reading Numb
Where are the fates to cut my string? Where is death with his scythe uphold? Where is my soul innocent born? And where is my heart long since turned to stone? Not in the shadows more alive than I. Not in the voices that whisper terror in my ear. Nor are they hiding where lost…… Continue reading Hidden
Once Upon a Mermaid Tale: Reading, Writing and other Musings 