I still hear
the way you
whisper (whimper)
through the dark
and the radiating
heat that trickles
down your spine
when I remind you of
all the ways
that you are mine
- jsh
My words are wings. A writer's sword is her pen, or perhaps in my case this space. To sharpen my sword, I share with you my random writings, as an insight into my ink-stained soul. Here I'm the Girl With The Ink-Stained Soul, penning under JSH. I hope what I scribe changes your mind; spilled ink, while messy, can be a masterpiece in the making.
We run the same paths over and over again never really stopping to take in the scenery - jsh