Poetry & Art

Yes, I am

changing,
gloriously
morphing like
basalt melted
down red,
2000 degrees
and dripping
as if from
a wound,
cauterizing
open flesh,
cooling around
pockets of air–
the words
that I will not
let myself waste
my breath on.
I am not sorry.

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by Brittani Rable

Aries who enjoys cats, coffee, and carbs. By day, I work in creative digital marketing and copywriting. By night, I am a poet and practicing needlepointer.

I love to travel often and travel far. Seeing and doing new things keeps my soul fresh, although it does make me miss my cats. When I have the opportunity to leave the house, I love putting on makeup. Actually, who am I kidding, I play with makeup even when I don't need to leave the house. Hello, face paint! Basically, anything creative gets me going, from writing to coloring on my face.

I'm here to share and take in art from amazing people.

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