They clean in a fury, wiping the spilled milk from last morning, sweeping away crumbs from lunch, replacing the soiled … More
pitter patter rain drops scatter onto white surface, smooth edges that invite the relentless matter. The window pane, unhinged … More
She poured a bit too much, it was a bit too strong, bitter burned and gagged.
Rip me apart and see the scars embedded into a ragged soul and cracked heart.
etched in dark stone, a small girl covering eyes that grow old, unknown
I am a high strung morning temper that simmers into midday calm I am black liquid eyeliner, smoldered sexy with … More
Sugar melts on tongue aftertaste of his sweet breath lingers, too sticky