Trinity Writes

Pretty sketch, pretty psycho – and I’m not talking about her Harley or Indian. Had a death wish. (Motions with thumb toward the cross.)

Ah, you’ll hear about her - soon enough. But for now, this is my story. I want to share my view of how I grew up - exploring, searching to find my own way. There was no survival manual, so I wrote my own guidebook, which I call (sound of wind chimes) my (loud whisper) Manifesto.

In its pages, I’ve written my dreams and stories, some true - some I just pull out of the blue. (She brings her hands up and pretends to pull the air towards her.)

IN THE BLUE FOREST

I’LL START MY STORYBOOK ENDING WITH A STORYBOOK BEGINNING
ONCE UPON A TIME
A WOMAN, SOME SAY SHE’S A WITCH
WITH A BLACK HEART AND A RED APPLE, CRISP

SHE’S A SAINT, SHE LIKES TO PAINT
WITH CHARITY AND AN EMERALD CROWN

I AM IN THE FOREST WITH TREES SO GREEN, THEY’RE BLUE
HIDING UNDER THEIR LEAVES FROM
THE BLACK KNIGHT’S VIEW
OH, HOW CAN HE LIVE
WITH THAT EMPTY HEART OF HIS?
OH, WHAT CAN I DO FOR ME TO BE RID OF HIM?

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