korafox: (melancholia)
I do not sing for joy.
When my voice lifts to pierce the air
it is not for love of beauty, hope, happiness.
No:
I cast my song before me as a shield
a rebuke
a triumph that screams:
Here is my voice, to silence what steals my thoughts.
Here are words that do not turn inward to feed.
Though you try to drown me,
Here is air.  I breathe.
I sing.

korafox: (lilacs)
Grace: Balance (inks)

The center holds.

The first (semi)complete piece in Emergence. This is the first of a triptych, and I will almost certainly be coloring it at some point. Working on this was...an experience. I am still trying to organize my thoughts and get over myself, but for now enjoy.

(Also, thank you DW for enabling image hosting. This works wonderfully.)
korafox: Elizabeth from Bioshock Infinite (elizabeth)
a stone
tumbled in white-water currents
thrown against its sisters as every mile of riverbed
passes by, too swiftly.
a stone
cast from river mouth to sea
falls
floats
finds in the deep, cool water
silence and
peace.

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