She Saw the Fire Through the Window
Crack. Splinter. Pop. Someone’s at the door. Instead of politely ringing the bell she’s decided to barge right in wether I am ready or not for her. She is wrapped…
Tag: self expression
let’s tidy up my mind
Please take your soppy mop And swish it through my mind I have a couple memories there That I’d appreciate you find And swiffer jet that shit away To dump…
Muller: A Bar Short
His name was Muller. And he told me I was fucking adorable. I was sitting at the bar, the way I love to when I want to write but my…
Skin Speaks
I was born with this freckle gentle on my nose this mole taking hold on my side: bound to decompose. ‘Cause nothing lasts forever even tattoos’ printed ink. No,…
