Losing my teeth

Some women have dreams Of weddings and bows But I dream of love and Men I do not know And with stubbornness They find no escape Between the gap in my teeth.   Image credit.


Widowed (Pt.2 of 2)

I know now, I wouldn’t stumble on your name. The phonemes would slip, unrequited perhaps, from my mouth in an exasperation of air if you walked through the door. All because I truly cannot remember the last time I saw you outside of my mind; a palace and prison. I do not think my heart … Continue reading Widowed (Pt.2 of 2)