You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
STEPHANIE BRIARYou are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
STEPHANIE BRIAROur story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
STEPHANIE BRIARYou could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
STEPHANIE BRIARCreatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
STEPHANIE BRIARStanding in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
STEPHANIE BRIARLight finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
STEPHANIE BRIARTrauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
STEPHANIE BRIARAs if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
STEPHANIE BRIARWhen you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
STEPHANIE BRIARStop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
STEPHANIE BRIARDo I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
STEPHANIE BRIARI was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
STEPHANIE BRIARI am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
STEPHANIE BRIARWhen I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
STEPHANIE BRIARLove me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
STEPHANIE BRIAR