Prophetic Introspection

In a world of trauma, crumbling cultural systems and shifting identities, we must write from our Third-Eye. All entries below are an attempt to do so... You can also find me here. https://www.facebook.com/propheticintrospection

Sleep Without Dreams

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I had tried to write words upon screaming words this loss gaping pain, but I seemed to never quite capture the sensations under...

The Cold Wind

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The wanting of witches came bellowing out of me like horny heat waves in the springtime, tree trunks and their branches howling...

Goddess Love

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What do you think, could we be free together? I see kitchen tables stacked with mason jars, kisses on the neck standing in the ...

Wide Octopus Stare

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It felt so hollow lonely in the marshes of the underground, my tentacles flapping in breezes, intertwining arms with weeping willow...
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