not that I've seen her before; I imagine she's wet, amorphous and cold; like an elusive aunt, we hear so much about, she may ultimately disappoint.
it's all I've ever heard, from the world- I am wrong. Not to be trusted or counted on, the weight of expectation bearing down; a frowning colleague, a fuming boss, a judgmental friend, a lover who seldom listens- I am wrong. the most eclectic of fairy tales, I've come to believe them- to question myself-… Continue reading I’m wrong-
Far away, a splendid thing. Looking at me- Wearing my clothes, mouthing my name. -- A pause, has resurfaced. in my speech- My tongue no longer cares for my dignity. -- Once crowded, a room has emptied. I can hear only- faithless dogs, howling winds.