In corners, I scrounge – resilience fading; hope, it seems, is sleeping. Living a quarter life, even ascents depressed; dubious that alternatives are worthwhile. Walls
Tag: aging
Sky-Suited
Do fiddle together, they say, as if man lust were in want when his smooth, cool music fingers my girly drives are I ugly –
Sexy Sailed
Born brilliant, and good looking, he had me dancing, fevered – red cat woman, I am porcelain, prisoner, cup fishing, long to explore dark words
Do
Ancient song of Eden, our nature, as above – light to watch for – my summer, withering, her insect breeze vined would come there and
Lighting Call
Winter defines this stage, this page, night descending too early for my taste. If I catch a falling star, can I shed the excess layers
Grey Clouds Hover
Life! One day rushing to collect kids, stopping for the dry cleaning, and praying the slow cooker is indeed cooking; and the next strolling down
