It's My Story and I'm Sticking To It
By Natalie Struble Burning fingertips drag across scarlet tinged water stirring up visions of chaos where water meets the taint of blood. I’m unable to focus. There’s the beating of a drum in my ears, it’s rhythm is wrapping itself around my throat. I can feel the pulse of it’s soundless music at my wrists, … Continue reading Nameless
By Natalie Struble I wish to lose myself. I wish to get lost in the inky blue of a midnight sky and never again ground myself to a greedy surface, pulling at me with heavy ropes of gravity that wrap around my airborne limbs and drag me down. I wish to shed the realities of … Continue reading Lose Myself
By Natalie Struble The stars have always forgotten to soften their beauty in the gaze of our primitive beings. The ghost of silver gauzy starlight dusting constellations into my skin stings. Cosmos swirling in a haze of silver, gold, and colors not yet seen in eyes blinded by mortality. We're a disorder of gossamer daydreams … Continue reading Starlight
Steven L Struble 