So far out at sea, I don’t know where I’ve gone– why I ever left
home. The sadness bubbles around my heart, erupt it may.
For now, she simply shimmers, making her presence known
and searing the edges of her cavern.
swells of change
Perched at the crow's nest I welcome the brewing gale ideal conditions for a feminine travail
-
In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
