Interrupting peacefulness, a body
is torn open with crimson violence.
Bursting forth she enters the world
sealing up the empty space before her
burning at the edges for the eyes
that bear witness to her frozen stature.
A tiny squeal signals her entry from
the womb and then a meaningful silence.
We rush ahead to bear witness to her
but retreat when her stillness becomes clear.
A tiny miracle. A third from two.
Alive than no more. So what’s it all for?
About Me
- Stara
- I'm Tara. I hail from "The Mouth", good old Plymouth, Massachusetts. I have always loved to write, and talk, and experience people and things in new ways. These days, I am using my writing skills not only to tell my own stories and experiences, but to reflect on some other things I love, like fashion, vintage jewelry, and art. I think accessories make the outfit and are the key to true style! I challenge anyone who doesn't like to talk to find their way out of talking to me. I could talk the paint off a wall, I'd bet. I enjoy meeting new people and love checking them out! Guys, gals, and these days, even pets often have their own sense of style, and personality and sense of style are the cornerstones of what I think about a good portion of the time. Food and drink take up the rest. Especially wine and cheese, and no, I'm not talking whine.
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