This too shall pass- Sabrina Escorcio

  This too shall pass on these, my worst days when scarlet blood memories dry thick over wax mesh minutes oxidized words once shouted now whisper healing remedies furtive broken flesh tilled like soil rebirth coagulating thoughts that stick mercilessly to old wounds soft flesh blooms through death this, self inflicted treatment becomes consolation, prizedContinue reading This too shall pass- Sabrina Escorcio