Nina Brav

Writer, Blogger, Entrepreneur


They were her words but my truth

mouth covered red, eyes smudged

black from haphearted sweeps of my arm.

I stand naked and bloody

but golden and tall

hair free, natural and wild

larger than life

like a wolf or lion.

Back straight

chin up

eyes dancing with fire.


For his latest crimes

he begged forgiveness

desperate ask of re-entry

into body and life.


Her words echoed through me

danced around me like a chant.

I started again

devouring the beating organ in hand

ripped bloody and raw from open chest.

Still glowing, I continued

head heavy with pride

body and soul fueled with hate fire.


"We would, sooner eat our own hearts,"

she had said, "than give ourselves again."