WOMAN IN THE WOODS

Dance in the woods.

Feel the wind

lifting your hair.

Raise your arms

to the sky.

Sway to the soft wind.

Listen.

No sounds.

No more winds.

Dance with the darkness.

Dance with the shadows.

Dance with death.

It comes quickly and swiftly.

No warning.

No sounds.

Only death.

INSIDE THE BONES

What do you see when you look into the mirror?<br /> Do you see what everyone else sees?<br /> Do you see your skin, hair, and eyes?<br /> Or do you see what’s inside?<br /> Do you see who you really are<br /> once you peel away the bones?<br /> You can’t help it.<br /> You know who you are, no matter<br /> how you present yourself to others.

What do you see when you look into the mirror?Do you see what everyone else sees?

Do you see your skin, hair, and eyes?

Or do you see what’s inside?

Do you see who you really are

once you peel away the bones?

You can’t help it.

You know who you are, no matter

how you present yourself to others.