Never ever mistake his silence for weakness. Remember that sometimes the air stills before the onset of a hurricane. - Nikita Gill

We are the descendants
of the wild women you forgot
We are the stories you thought
would never be taught.

They should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive.
Because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life.

she was the kind of girl
who was a chaos of contradictions
from one second to the next,
for her mind was never free.

The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.