Cold

Weather is cold. It's raining. It isn't as chilly as my heart feels though. Something broke it a while back. Something untold, that I don't share. It has its little safe that I've locked it into and it can stay as long as it's valuable to me. It has a name, but I won't tell.…

Fetching

Fetching, isn't she? Swiftly she walks through the crowd, head high, jaw clenched. I know her. Busy. Too busy for you. Too distracted by her own made up problems to be bothered to peer out the sides of her eyes and see anyone else. Headphones undoubtedly playing some meditation as she tries to visualize her…

Daily Writing

I refuse to paint on my eyebrows, lest they run in the rain, staining my face. I am pleased with the wrinkles I see 'round my eyes and mouth. These, I've earned and willingly admit to bathing in the sun and smoking cigarettes and foregoing washing my makeup off before sleep. I don't worry what…