Introducing: Maggie Lawson ~ Wrecked

Reblogging my MP introductory piece


“I just hold the brush; Inspiration is the true artist.” ~ Maggie L.


Beneath the noontide sun I wait,


my thirst calls to you

and I cannot quiet it.

I’m wrecked by knowledge

you’ll bathe me again,

bleeding into me

as you shred on my sharp edges.

Gulls mock my anguish

with their lofty cries

knowing your death

is my birth

and vice versa.

Such is my burden;

heaven and hell in your wake.

From that watery grave in your eyes

rises a blood blue moon.

It seems fitting that your return

should be heralded

by such an auspicious rising

yet I am as solemn in your approach

as I am mute in my protestations.

You rise to me, compelled

yet spare no vigor.

Smashing down upon those jagged places

you wash over me,

flood me,

fill the spaces between my pain

and try as I might to…

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