A place where you can be human.
Wrap me up
Wrap me up
In something white and dry
Wipe my eyes
Wipe my eyes
These tears have gone awry
What have I done
Exposing my bare breasts
Weave Lemons into silk
Melt Tin cans into platinum
Bake Mud into a feast
They dare say it
They dare exclaim
But here I am citrus
With a brow of sweat
Serving my walls as horderves
Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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