Life at the Stippich burrow
My name is Gabrielle. I hail from Philly. I write.
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Internal II (wanderer)
there is someone wandering around on the inside of my head she and i are not the same and she often wishes I were dead she whistles haunting tunes, a sickly sweet into my ear, a restless hum ofContinue reading “Internal II (wanderer)”
melancholy
the sun is awake! curtains pulled to a shallow sea the waves begin to stir with a restless ache the sun has stolen me, how to make them understand that i am fear’s permanent reside words are not thoughtsContinue reading “melancholy”
mine
this is what’s mine (my lips, my thighs) i am not to be tamed i will not push to explain what i am, who i am; who i am is none of your concern pull my hair paint myContinue reading “mine”
star gazer
I sat on the edge of a star today (head in the sand, feet in the tide), Watching pieces of dead earth tap the edge of the moon from an ever ripening sea in the Sky ~ A. L.Continue reading “star gazer”
my old friend, Otis
If there was a better way to go then it would find me I can’t help it, the road just rolls out behind me Be kind to me, or treat me mean I’ll make the most of it, I’mContinue reading “my old friend, Otis”
what it be
what it be let it be let what should be free, be freed within thee and what has to be, be by my own decree Just let what be and let others flee when it is time for themContinue reading “what it be”
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