It feels incomplete…maybe

Among the more virulent paraphernalia I lost a bracelet from ninth grade, made of recycled copper coins holds the field for most tears shed from young eyes aged 13 to 17 it was held together by a blue ribbon strap and had my name embossed, by a golden thread it was a special kind of… Continue reading It feels incomplete…maybe

Gloomy hotel managers

I want to see the tattoo on your shoulder taste the indigo ink I am feeling better you know at the center of a burning chocolate cake tripping into a hotel with floral sheets communal under blue light Sure! The light is blue, and so is the hotel manager he hasn't seen your tattoo yet… Continue reading Gloomy hotel managers