day 319

wild flowers

there rose up a murmur
deep and dark, a secret
grown cold too long from
the sweetest of blossoms 
who never bloomed…it is
a soulless world watches
them wither, refusing to listen

~kat
(Magnetic Poetry - Nature Kit)

Decades…decades of silent suffering. It’s time to listen to the voices of grown children, robbed of their innocence by monsters still lurking in broad daylight. No amount of redaction can shield them from the power of truth.

It has taken me a bit of time to speak of this horror evolving before our eyes. My heart breaks for the women…for children they never were.

They are not gods who rape and pillage innocence for pleasure. They are demons. May we finally see them for what they are and hold them all accountable for the atrocities they have inflicted.

Much love, peace, and glimmers my friends. Pulled this one from the archives to help us remember what flowers do best when allowed to thrive….

~kat ✨✨✨💚🌼💚✨✨✨