the tooth that grows back - like the liver

So I now begin..........to unravel the knotted.. dreadlocked.. birds nest of what has happened, knots teased out, painfully .... the motivation, my desire, my hidden mane of glitter still shining gold, mixed with silver magic strands of wisdom and hindsight... a need to live innocently enchanted, oblivious, happy again, as I was when the first arrow shot straight through my heart.

I became the white stag of the forest targetted for all the wrong reasons, and I am still walking wounded like the Frieda Kahlo painting dripping life blood all the way to the grave.

They know I know they know, I know & I AM.

Property Developers, Councilmen, Old Boys, Dog Rangers, Sister, husband, friends,  Rural Fire Officer, Police, Neighbours, Insurance Company, Hire a Hubby, locals, Gangsters, school teachers Jockeys, Ombudsman, Doctor, Mental Health, Health & Disability Commissioner....... the list is extensive and unbelievable.