image - Adam Bird Photography "It hurts," I cried. "I know," replied the Witch of my soul, "And look, the Forest beckons." So it did,...

Crown Yourself in Roses "That’s the thing about the Crow eyed women With their lips bedecked in otherness You might think for a moment...

Here’s to the forgotten ones, The lonely hearts, Those who feel like they’re nobody’s first choice, Who feel like outsiders all day...

"I know my Worth. I've paid dearly for every ounce of it." - Alfa Black soot stained feathers brush across my cheekbones, dappling ink...

art - Natalia Drepina Beautiful soul who sits on the ledge, Their voice cracked at what they need to express, But feel the icy grip...

art - kindranikolephotography Shadow priestess, Walking that space where liminality weaves, Lighting candles from the pain in your...

photography - Michael Germosén Primal Woman, I call to you And speak of spitting fire and Ocean tide Swallowed whole by a passion of...

image original -Jojopostfashion "Singing to the lost That is the thing I am not a shining beacon I do not guide Thudding of blackened...

art - Natalia Drepina "You're a shadow priestess, you already know it speaks to the poison already in them and not you..." - Molly...

Image - Natalia Drepina source We remember. The lost ones, the broken ones, the hurting. We remember the moments where we stared...

I have been musing about how one takes control of ones own sovereignty in regards to the parts of ourselves that we might ‘give away’ in...