Éowyn Raine Aoife Dahl

made of all the stars in the sky; i am everything & i am nothing. 1997, artist, writer, poet, dreamer ⋆˙⟡

[wynaoife]

clutching onto fibers of me

sinew and bone; blood and flesh

veins threaded through the eye of a needle

the flesh of my heart rotting in your teeth

my hair in your quilt, stitched with my essence.

violence, blood, tears, vomit.

ache.

blurry.

gone.

[wynaoife]

quiet is the lamb in the jaws of the wolf.

ripped from flesh, tender is blood.

pouring from nothing, shattered porcelain.

glued together; shattered; a sticky mess.

the shards slice into my finger prints;

as i try to clean the mess you made;

altering who i am, my identity, my life.

shame, secrets; a cat hiding in the shadows

do not see me. do not feel me.

[wynaoife]

fallen to my skin & blisters my lips; violence forced silence. for she is thrust into a cage of her own hands. broken fingers & worn shoes.

stolen chords, wilted petals.

B minor; A minor; C flat

fighting for what's true;

fruitless.

eaten to the core; nothing left but seeds.

blistering skin, she bursts through the soil

alive

falling

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drowning