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Water Words

Those names we called, trying hard to draw blood. The pointed looks meant to cut and wound; the sneers, the laughter, thrown ’round like mud. In halls and on slippery river banks; never friends could be. Put our armor up, and formed our ranks; spread my hate for you, your hate, for me. The past…

The Broken Ornament

Domestic violence is silent… A brilliant blue sphere, wrapped in shadow and light, brushed with glittered speckles, a silver ribbon binding tight, lines that snake and stretch, they wind across and through, angst and fear and hopelessness, all sealed within that glue. a brilliant blue sphere, now thrown against a wall, glass breaks, and glitter…