The Risk by Amoret BriarRose They say that a bridge is no country and thus I wonder, when I reach out, extend toward another, do I then lose sovereignty to gain connection, risk self to touch other... or do we blend together, boundaries wavering as watercolors, soaking up the pigment of what we become together?

Prophecy-Fulfilling Self

Prophecy-Fulfilling Self A snow of dust is on the dresser, the unhinged bed lies open. I'm becoming someone I longed for wants ago. © 2015 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved. Image via Tryphena

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