I am an artist, a crafter, a writer, a lover, and so much more.
My designation is Emery But I’m never authentically me. I don’t fit a gender or an indicated identity I will be vigorous, feared, even maybe revered.
By Sunset5 years ago in Poets
A ghost of a babe my dear brother older but not ever born the cull, he called me not yet one but we played every day
Afore Emery came to be I was another. Born with a brother A brother who died afore I was born Afore the mother was yet worn
