Author Archives: Woman Inside Water

My enemies are attracted to me like moths to light Come taste my blade and come to fight

Godhood is found off the grid and out of the matrix – 1/2/2013 seeing eye to eye may not mean to agree but to have the same level of honesty. – 1/1/2012 Damn you, long doom of the days inching … Continue reading →

I will know you by touch and smell and taste, darling. And it doesn’t matter where in the world you would happen to be, I’d visit you. Because my wonder of you is a world in itself. For such a … Continue reading →

On a high way to the well-fire which is the wealth of your desire. -2012 Tears bathe my eyes in a sweetness coming from every pore, my heart sings like a virgin of sorrow and the way he makes me … Continue reading →

I’ve always hated makeup and dresses. I felt fragile, like a porcelain doll. Don’t even get me started on high heels, or mom forcibly straightening, curling, brushing, and braiding my tresses. It was all I could do not to fall.

Wild women are wet. Are fire. Are earth. Are air. Are spirit. Are human. 6/16/2018 The more I write, the more trauma I process. The more truth I unearth. I dig my nails into my heart to rip out the … Continue reading →

Poem from Whore’s Glory. The poet is an unnamed woman: Hoy, hoy nos diremos adiós… No se por cuanto tiempo, quizás por el resto de nuestros días. Pero si algún día nos vemos, recordando lo que fuimos, recuerda que ayer … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Palomas-Doves:
Wild Rose- Rosa woodsii, photo by Thayne Tuason Pequeña Small rosa, rose, rosa pequeña, small rose, a veces, sometimes, diminuta y desnuda, tiny and bare, parece que en una mano mía it seems that in a…

all i do is complain about blood blood is what birthed me blood is what flows from me blood shows me my pain and it will kill me xy? xyu?

my guts were on fire. instead of moving on, i sat there like a stone. a dash in a sentence, not able to let go. my mouth was a good liar, but my eyes betrayed us all.