The series of women.
Entangled, trapped. Twisted mind and twisted limbs. Her rage grows
I met her once, the Sensual Ocean, She lured me with her lover’s watery caress, I never noticed she had drowned me
She wears her beauty A mask of pretty to hide the pain
Forced and bound, beholden to the riches surrounding her Willingly she nestles into the jewels and tightens her restraints
The bird, she curls In the nest that is her cage Broken, flightless
“There are things about the paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will… The faint figure behind seemed to shake the pattern, just as if she wanted to get out.” – Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Twined, you will find her She will be there, waiting
“While my guitar gently weeps” George Harrison – The Beatles
To dance is to breathe
To stand out among the bright One has to be brilliant
She reaches Already knowing that no one can catch her fall
The words lay on her tongue They slide down, deep Unspoken
‘They cry out in the wind that is their voice, They rage in the sea that is their anger’ Jean Rhys – Wide Sargasso Sea Storm will scream for us
Piece by piece She will become whole
We live, we grow We are our memories
Stitched from my heart
I knew you when I loved you then…
Once Upon a Pen 