Warrior's Furnace - Sandra Jean-Pierre | Digital Artist & Writer of Words.
© 2016 Sandra Jean-Pierr Dust settling and there’s that horizon eyebright painful even with four fingers, planked across brows furrowed in knowing even with shadows cast across broad nose bridges, nostrils flared against the unrelenting stench of dispatched complacency. Blood-speckled freckles, sticky… and it no longer bothers that these hands are dirty, stained that this cutlass (faithful servant) stays clutched, tightly. Their chants call me foolish brave warrior as They pray the way through every battle Their chants, becoming myContinue reading
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