
Tiny stories crawl beneath her skin.
Sometimes they breathe love from her heart,
dropping kisses from her soul
and other times they drag sadness
through her core and stay hidden
behind her eyes.
Until the memories find their way inside,
exploding the tears through the blue,
through the brown, puncturing the disguise
of whatever color her chameleon soul told
her to be; self-preservation comes in many shades,
and hers happens to be beautiful, with or without
a smile, because there are many stories to hold
when the ink is born from your blood.
© Stephanie Bennett-Henry 2016
Bursting tall tales
from ink smeared lips; she holds
her stories close. Suffering
the burn of words left unsaid scorched
into her spirit.
She spills her secrets onto deaf souls
and she aches,
to open her own to eyes
that would finally read her.
WoW!!! WoW!!! WoW!!! love love love…….amazing collab….. 🙂 🙂
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Really love this!
And the first and last lines, extra love.
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She is read,
And she,
And she.
Stories told, open,
And stories hinted at,
Mysteries guessed.
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I love this so much
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Three poets, one page – Wow
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Thank you
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
Great collaboration by 3 awesome women
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Thank you so much
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It’s my pleasure Nicole!
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What an inspired collaboration!
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Fabulous collaborative piece from Michelle Schaper, Stephanie Bennett-Henry and Nicole Lyons
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Thank you
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My pleasure.
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Reblogged this on resalynn's Blog and commented:
Hauntingly beautiful. Written by 3 absolutely beautiful souls.
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Thank you
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