The Woman I Was March 23, 2026 / Raven / 0 Comments She succumbedand fell beneath the parchment and pen. Her eyes emptied.Her mouth forgot to crack open. The woman I was is used to this. Tree roots need to eat. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like this:Like Loading… Related Tree becomingcyclesdeath and rebirthfeminineidentityinner workpoetryrenewalshadow worksurrendertransformation Previous post Anubis Sees Me Next post Already There Leave a Reply Cancel replyCommentNameEmailWebsite Turn on JavaScript to leave a comment.
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