Your ghost of a scent The cupboard remains bare But your scent is soaked into its wall Throw the doors open and out you come Befuddled, I was struck What are you trying to tell me? I filled the cupboard with timid care For this scent is clearly […]
As I lie on a sinking bed The whirling is mystifyingly soothing As I lie on a sinking bed The ends are coming up And I feel the cold, cold floor Enveloped in cushions that are bruising As my mind searches to be fed From a non-existent memory […]
The land is as golden as your heart Your heart is as soft as the summer field Your smile gives me a kick start With you by my side I am healed Your little hands wiped away my large tears Your small arms wrapped me up tightly Your […]
Could she stop daydreaming in time to move out of the ceiling’s crashing weight? She stared at the ceiling often. It was ornate, pretty and scary all at the same time. It represented opulence and a life never to be her own. She was ok, however, with her chosen […]
What I hate about going to the dentist The other day I wrote about my heartbreaking goodbye to my primary care doctor. I adored our relationship. Here, today, I am going to write a completely opposite sentiment. I do not mean to belittle the dental industry, however, I […]
Baby we were born to run It’s a perfectly quaint, slightly dark nostalgic room like a 1950s pharmacy. The bottles on the cabinet sure seemed like old-school items to lift her spirits. It wasn’t her home. It never would be. It was now or never to break free. […]
Laughing in the Purple Rain After a few days of sanity at home where I packed and packed, it is back to the daily grind and craziness of the workplace. Why do we work again? Ah, yes, money. Oh, I mean personal fulfillment. These next few days, starting with […]
One day she would mightily, forcefully breathe again She put her slipper on as the garden was pretty hard on her sensitive feet. That sculpture haunted her, kept her company. It was going to devour her just like everything else in this world had lately. Its bony fingers […]
In loving memory of children-whatever age they are Ever since I gave birth nearly seven years ago my appetite for the local news diminished. It may seem like a weird association but let me explain. Before seven years ago, I could not get enough of the news. Any […]
Thanks for the Tabasco sauce mhttp://https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/journey/om: I love biting my nails I wear pink, high heels and ponytails. But I do not do manicures. No point to such an act as I have no nails to speak of. I bite and chew them. To many, my nails are […]
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