Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
1,000 Grit
The rain is pouring down and it seems to etch deep within my soul – trickles and torrents washing out the sand and soft mud of life leaving behind only the hard bedrock of my internal reality. Will my heart ever be made whole again? Will my love be returned in kind? Will healing come in the form of gentle but strong hands? This constant wearing away keeps me raw, vulnerable but somehow also pure and clean.
tara caribou | ©2020
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Someone will devote their every breath to you someday my friend… They would be a fool not too!
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I hope so.
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That last line touched me deeply. Very nice piece🖤
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Thanks Spirit 💕
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Poignantly evoked piece
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Thanks for reading!
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You’re welcome
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Ahh, so deep🧡
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Thanks Jude.
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