Dear Man, Your words were smooth, like your touches. They provided comfort and warmth when in need of reassurance. But… Read more Dear Man: An open letter.
I am dry and barren; a withered desert. This dry spell is not kind, it is not jaw-dropping, it is… Read more Drought.
I close my eyes and see that grin; staring at me wide with yellow teeth. Your voice whistles through your… Read more Coulrophobia.
Silenced, is my mouth, Though the mind has much to say, Yet, I sit, silenced. – Jessa
Peel back the layers of my skin; For I have so many layers. If it were up to me, I’d… Read more Layers.
I am seen constantly chasing light. Sometimes, for a while, the chasing game flickers, disappears, and dies. When it comes back,… Read more Chaser.
My soft cheek against your bearded skin Is enough for me to watch The moon fall to the sun, And… Read more With you.
Help me, because I am truly drowning in the quicksand that is my mind. With its thoughts racing, pulling me… Read more Fear(ful)less edges.
I love the finer things in life, but I also complain about the finer things in life. I jump between… Read more I am…
Put me on the pages of your sketchbook. Let my figure, my face, be the compilation of lines you put… Read more Muse.