|I wiped a smear of chocolate
from my lips, and washed
my hands, never making eye
contact in the mirror with the
one person who'd judge me.
Posts from This Journal “poems” Tag
He wraps himself in buzzwords like resilience and hustle, but I have to wonder if they bring comfort to an empty life.
Spices explode across my tongue, melding with the warm flush of alcohol… A long exhale, eyes at half mast, head tilted in a relaxed lean. And…
Twelve birds perched on the power line, twittering over news that used to be secrets, teetering on the edge of gossip and scandal.