Time, Trees and Trapdoors

Fascinating imagery. "the tree of life holding the hands of time" - love that line! Powerful ink, Crim. Respectfully, blue angel

thank you lovely Angel :)

with love Crim

thank you beautiful one for the advise and encouraging comments :)

love Brenda

if not a trapdoor, at the very least a crack in the wall & eternally warm coffee...
"the tree of life holding the hands of time
the tree of death to which my soul is bound"
... profound, poignant, beautifully written, lovely lady
xoxox

love your style beautiful Katja made me smile with your comments and humor thank you :)

with love Brenda

not to have a way out -

now that would be hell...

very true Paul thankfully I see my way out :)

thank you for visiting my pages and leaving your thoughts

with love and respect Crim

WoW.  This woman sounds like she is on the edge of insanity.  Holding on to the thin limb of a tree while fantasizing about death. As if she feels she belongs in or to Hell.  Brave!

I was on the edge of insanity when I wrote this..

thankfully I'm not so close to the edge anymore..

thank you Shauna for your great insight and comments :)

with love Brenda

Excellent ink, dear Crim. Very nostalgic feel to it, even before I got to the note.

thank you Sir Hades for picking up on that and for visiting me :)

with love Crim

Baby grrrrrl, break my heart for you to be in such hell.
I love your soul, and feel it swell
Wish you felt it like i do as well.

Obviously yours burns and rages!
So much so, you have leigion marchin acrossed pages!?
I guess we women feel our souls in stages.

🌹A beautiful sad perfection of an ink. My white hot darlin sugarbitch, makes Jen loves you even more.

Wishin for that trapdoor in hell? I think you have already found it. 🐦

thank you lovely Jennifer for the heart touching poetic comment :)

with love Brenda

Wow this is a powerful write

thank you lovely lady :)

with love Brenda

'Tween here ~~> "the tree of life holding the hands of time" ...
and here ~~>  "the tree of death to which my soul is bound" ..
~hard hitting comparison with a dark peal of sameness.
*feel this, mind & heart these days.. hug-fukin-hug.

"there seems to be a void in me I can't fill ".. your innards exposed in this make
me see the strength in your insightful bond to self. never stop assessing, m'lovely..
Saw the note but still send a *fuckton* of dark luvins towards that void-* [no expiration/ use as needed!]

everly adoring your pen & hope there is a back door if there be a trapdoor in hell. *sharp write!
maul & luvstuff
~d

lovely d~ thank you for embracing me and this write hugs back beautiful :)

with love Crim

A beautiful written poem love the flow of it. I don't believe in hell so I don't think you will be there thanks for the write

thank you graciously Sir I love your thoughts :)

with love Crim

Amazing Lady Crim....
The Structure and visual imagery here is breathtaking....
There is always a way out... with a Beautiful soul like yours....

You  have the Keys to the Kingdom.....
no trap doors needed....
XOXO
Kandi

thank you beautiful Kandi for touching my heart :)

with love Brenda

fascinating piece set in a bleak wasteland, Crim. we're all looking for an escape hatch...

too true John thank you for visiting my pages :)

with love Crim