Andrea Skyberg

I live in a house of women who all move in bodies of trauma and creation We’re walking paradoxes of the beginning and the end the destroyed and created the

Yesterday was Now and Wished it was Future, but Now is Now and Wishes it Were Yesterday

Sinking to the Deep
You sink into me
soul wet with stars
and your purple navy deepens to black
and it’s in those moments
when I expand,
beyond the rooted ground
and into your endless sky

Why is no one shouting? 

The cage is still around us.
When we finally do raise our voice,
it’s to point out how our abusers are abused.

Maybe it’s best not to hide
from it
Maybe that’s the point of fear
The point of feeling
unsteady
Instead what if I bent down
let it sniff my hand
and warmed to it