Cat Lover, Poetry Writer, Tea Drinker, Skincare and Beauty Product Obsessed. Check out my poetry collection "Passing Skeletons" available on Amazon.
Sanity peels from the walls like old yellow wallpaper. It gets stuck under our fingernails, And distorts our fingerprints.
Attract what you want. By being what you want. I want people who don't hold back in my life. Those who have passion. Those I don't have to walk on eggshells around.
Dave whispers to black kittens outside piano repair shops in the sky. His soul floats covered in black fur. Fur shed from his feline friends in heaven.
Letting go of bad feelings. Allowing those who were suffocating underwater to breathe on the surface. Allowing my feelings to float away into the sky like a red balloon released by a child.
She cusses like a sailor man and has a mind filled with honesty. Her words may seem harsh but in her soul, she means no harm.
Writing is my new drug. It's a place I can turn to, When I am in need. When I want to drown my sorrows, And need something less destructive to focus on.
Playing in my own closet. Like a child playing dress up. Like an adult looking for the perfect costume for Halloween at a vintage store.
Room 5833. Intensive care unit. Spectrum Health downtown. I used to work in this hospital. 12 years prior in the North Building.