Tendons throb
To awaken sleeping hands
Aching, dull, yet ceaseless
There shall be no object
The tasks must be completed
And then? Ice, ice sounds good
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Take a chance and see where it takes you! ✨
Pen to paper
reconstruction + emotional health
SURREAL HUMOR - BOOKS - WRITING - SATIRE
I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet committed to love's transmission.
The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step...x
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
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