I rise from ashes of taboo and sting,a coiled whisper beneath everything—my silence cuts, but my silence heals,a blade that knows how Death feels. I burn with secrets I never share,smolder beneath a scorpion stare;each line I pen, a venomous...

     Terry found herself standing outside a local church. She was both tempted and hesistant to approach its cathedral-like, bronze doors.       What was inviting was the message written in marker on a bulletin board on the...