#emkayewritesmore

In our village our grief is the mountain vast and enduring and my uncle is the river set free flowing and flowing the reason for all that is green and growing and growing

Stop trying to fix me, she tells me I'm trying to help you, I yell simultaneously as if the difference doesn't matter years later she haunts me and my anger comes easily. looking for divine clarity, I demand the moon absolve me: teach me to see now what I know tomorrow. teach me, and heal me. and I find in my years no celestial reprieve just regret old bones and grey hairs.

One orange-blue evening, there is a stillness and a clarity that allows me to really breathe and so I sit and I seethe. I meditate on you and him and her, and everyone we know, and like a good girl, I hold it in, I hold it in, I hold it in and I take a deep breath in, hold for two, long exhale, fuck you fuck you fuck you suddenly the clouds roll in there's a crack of thunder someone screams and I smile. - The Witch

and sometimes I do wonder, in my darkest of nights, if we all contain multitudes - why is everyone I meet just another version of you?