Icefields:
I’ve died a thousand times, but can’t seem to shake myself loose.
I’ve died a thousand times, but can’t seem to shake myself loose.
Who packed away my beauty, consumed my security, chomped my belongings until all that remained was a hollow sand dollar, a skeleton to hang from your wall, a memento of better times?
Accumulations of Sappho embalmed and stored in catcalls that spill with cacophonous shoes tallying acclaimed importance but the most silent is the most insidious. #PoemADay #poetry #poetrylovers
Under a full moon I awoke with smudgy tears abandonment seeped into my muscles that heaved loneliness before Renee. #PoemADay #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity