Individual eyes burn scars, inscribe lies on
Naked flesh, blood stills, hairs rise.
Seduction fails for confidence lost
Enveloped in shame, she cries, unsought.
Caressed by pain, she curls alone,
Untouched by love, his hands, she knows
Redemption’s free for those who can stand
In lieu of lying cold, undone, on the sand.
Trivial fears fill her lungs, she can’t breathe
Yellow paper closes in, she’s left to scream.
chillin
- chandler.lorraine
- my name is chandler lorraine wygant. it used to be jarvis, not so long ago, but here i am, old and married. when i was younger, my dad told me i could be whatever i wanted to (translation: think big- make a lot of money, so your mother and i can move to the bahamas by the time you're 25). my mom (bless her little heart..) told me i should sing and model, and get a phd in dentistry. instead, i played in college, got a bachelor of arts (good for..?) and went into youth ministry and fords. i still don't know what i want to be when i grow up, but i'm pretty sure it involves manual labor. i complain a lot, but i have a wonderful life. i'm a beach girl through and through, but sunsets over the blue ridge mountains floor me. i feel alive when i'm fighting the breakers, hiking the appalachians, climbing a rock, or chillin on any one of a dozen east coast front porches that i've come to call home. ben and i have couches we could sleep on in pretty much every state. my best friend vail is the hottest cowgirl you'll ever meet. i have a brother whom i would do anything for. my husband is way sexy. you can't have him. i owe my life to jesus.
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