Photo by Sharon McCutcheon
We love in blood and madness and the flash of teeth. A protective, churning love that fills my lungs with sighs like ghosts and wailing things too ravaged to be separated.
I want to love in peace. In softness and in sanity, security, sweet dreamings…to lay down arms and protection because in safety there is nothing left to guard against. I am sick of battle cries and longing. Let us rest together for a while and laugh. Isn’t that what we fought for?
The Moderner's Scope 