Hardened Clarity Danny Fantom In the hands of desperation crystals are transaction pieces for a mystical barter, between our spirits and Our Gods/Ancestors/Selves Rose Quartz to love myself once more, as I once did long ago in a threadbare memory, Angelite to pretend I was pure, untainted, by smog and existential despair, Volcanic Rock to protect myself from the demons I flirt with in inexorable pitch black I collect them like credit, at first pleading, earnest ceremonies and rituals, devoted […] Continue Reading
