Write into my body So that it makes my heart crack Sink my soul to the ground So that I may be immersed In a pool of your influence Hit me with your words I want you to stab me with your lies Until I release my sob Which echoes our surroundings Shake me until I am empty So that the world forgets my name – Sophie Isgro-Attwood
these gentle sounds of the waterfall the more you dare to edge closer, the more you are exposed with those sounds of crashing water with the cool air meeting your face nature shares her magic a type of magic created for us appearing like a canvas for admiration or merely dancing against our fingertips a magic which is accessible the natural world consumes me there is privilege in breathing this fresh air i am small…