Is it hugging, or talking?
Which one do you want to do till we die.
Hugging or talking, walking or crawling…
Don’t you want both?
So we hug and talk for the rest of our lives.
When you’re mad?
When you’re mad, I get mad. Continue reading What’s it About
She sits within a fragile house of sound,
Her gangly limbs splayed out on bare-less toes.
With fairy dust caked on her heels she cries,
‘I’m lost, can you point me please toward home?’
The sound, pernicious slave, Continue reading She sits within