Such a rich and layered piece. I love how it drifts like a dream, full of texture and sensation. The imagery feels both mysterious and intimate, especially in the way it moves from silence into warmth.

This is such a deeply moving piece. You take us there & there is a breathtaking place. I’m a sucker for dew-laden grass in the mornings.

Many thank yous, Willow. You have found what I tried to say without over-stating. Is said that feet soaked in dew remain innocent for life!

I could see this printed within a book. It’s just the right amount of personal note along with staying on a creative writing avenue. It’s mature (educated) yet intoxicating.
Well crafted poetry.

I could go overboard with thanks, Styxian! I try very hard to get to the core of writing the use of my own words! I was initially a short story writer but now destined to try my hand at poetry. Not easy! Take care.

“Eyelids like asteroids hailing down unto the earth.” Fantastic!

I get almost the image of the female Frankenstein with this piece. I like it.

This is an intense write. Lots of raw emotion and great metaphors.
It’s hard to comment on writes like these because of the subject matter.
Brave write

Oh goddess, this feels so agonizingly familiar. That kind of damage leaves us so afraid to trust the good moments, the sweet touches, the gentle words. Because those things were once used as weapons. This bleeds vulnerability and honesty all over the page. You are heard…

Phenomenally penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian