The cold leaks in invading the skinstraight to the boneit’s freezingand the toes are icing overas the body shiversand the goosebumps inhabitand growas the coldbecomes colderand the entirety of self freezesand as another approachescenturies laterfinding a perfectly kept bodyunder the icethey begin to chiseland break it apartopening the cranium and reviving what once was. ThanksContinue reading “Under the ice.”
I’m prone to bouts of anger, short tempered, the overly sensitive type. Writing is a way to make sense of it all. While art is a way in which I can escape the thoughts that haunt me shutting off conscious thought and allowing my hands to guide me.
Temperamentally Tina 