Magic with Skin On

by Morgan Nikola-Wren

Even now, she cannot stop searching for a way out of her skin and into a life that fits all her fire.

I would sacrifice days of weeks of months of unwritten poetry to soak up the soft of you to feel our silken hearts bloodied and muddied and spilling their equisite grief it raining down on the both of us 'til we sprout words we never thought possible on our lips