Every inhale, each
Single exhale, rhythmic beats,
Buried in your scent.
Single exhale, rhythmic beats,
Buried in your scent.
The rustle of summer
Devil's ivy grows. Geckos rustle through thick greens, summer noon alive. Written for picture prompt challenge : Haiku Frida...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
This was incredible.
ReplyDeleteYou have been inspiring me to try writing again.
I just feel like my brain is sifting through mud for the past few months.
Thank you for linking to the letter I.
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It is an honor to hear such warm and heartening words, Jenny. Thank you so much.
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