Her Wings Are Heavy

We are all searching for our angels,
to reach out and hold our hands,
to carry us over the broken glass
and nurse the wounds in our souls.
We are all looking for that beauty
to illuminate the silver lining,
to expose the wick beneath the bark.
But our angels are made of stone,
their hands are cold and their wings are heavy.
They aren’t here to save us,
but to taunt us, to remind us
That we will never have what they had
and to keep us looking for what
we will never find.

Visual by Martha
Words by Lisa

Feeling Beachy

The Shore is the Shore,
But I see it no more
The tide has taken me
Further than before....





Visuals by Martha
Words by Lisa

The Original Collaboration

"Tight knots held the hair off her neck. It wanted so
badly to fall down her back, but the bands were
stronger than her will. Her evening self lashes out in
the dark corner of her room, while her morning self
sits quietly at the breakfast table, only speaking
after being spoken to."



Visual by Martha
Words by Lisa

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