I'm doing my thing. I'm trying to figure it all out, put the pieces of the puzzle in some order, trying to lay them all out, a cards on the table kinda thing. That thing, that's the thing I'm doing. I went back. I didn't want to. I've spent almost the entire majority of my … Continue reading Pure
The OCD poet was the first thing I shared with him. Neil Hilborn in his spoken word genius performance, expressing everything I couldn't. I remember thinking to myself "is he going to think I'm weird? Crazy? Is he going to think poetry is stupid? Is it going to resonate with him the way it sat … Continue reading We shared
You couldn't get any deeper babe if you tried. The intensity of your gaze held me there and while normally I'd bite my lips and close my eyes to keep from crying out, I was trapped exquisitely beneath you. My hands struggling to pull you in closer, deeper. My body desperate to consume the last bits of you … Continue reading Deeper
Tonight my demons will dine on the memories from my mind, they've been left there to sift and collect, aging like fine wine. Tonight I will revisit all the places I have not allowed my thoughts to wander for fear of slipping; and although that rabbit hole makes for good material, even I know there are … Continue reading Fine Wine
I will preface this by saying that we were evicted from every place we ever lived. Bruce was a con artist. He could talk anyone into anything. I still didn't have a license and we were now living in the duplex. I had been stripping for a little less than a year. I had put … Continue reading So I lied.