“The Pressure- Maybe one day, after centuries, we can become brilliant gems in crystal caves and we will be immortal after all.” — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“Choice- Judgement. Black coffee acid on an empty stomach. Perception. Cool, clear water.” — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“Release- For years they told you to sit. Stay. Now they open the door and tell you to get up. Leave. Where do you… — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“Etched In Bone- At night I engrave my bones with poems. Scratching. Carving. Etching. During the day I feel every notch and ridge hidden… — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“The Pressure- Maybe one day, after centuries, we can become brilliant gems in crystal caves and we will be immortal after all.” — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“Fruition- Think of writing as a harvest. You till the ground. Plant. Water. Wait. Apple trees take years to bear fruit. Harvest. Clean. Process.… — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
