Ev’ry Time
Even when I’m asleep Part of my mind stays awake Just to dream of you Its that subconscious Unconscious, dedication That kills me ev’ry time You’re so damn exhausting I’d love to walk away But
Alabama Madam
1964 Sandra looked at herself in the full length mirror, wincing at the sight. This meant she couldn’t work this week. If men wanted to see bruised women, they’d just go home after
Gilded Globe
Blue eyes Like winter in a globe Snowflakes rain down like tears There’s a blizzard in my eyes Cold as ice in her demeanor While within it hides her secret Beneath the arrogant stance in
Failure
Losing time As we lose patience Crying out in frustration Here we go, down our rabbit hole Time to run, but our legs fail I can see down the darkened path Ever knowing the the
Life of the Experience
the life of the experience subdued in its passionate shadow of its yesterday raging, searing tears cascading as the experience is rushed for irrelevant frivolties of the mortal realm it’s already going by at the
Alabama Madam, Chapter One
The cold mist was quickly turning to a hard rain, causing Sandra to pull her fur around her shoulders tighter. As she walked the uptown sidewalk she had walked so many times before, and under
Hello Lover
Hello Lover I got your letter in the post Seems to be that time of year again when the sins of summer pass the warmth never seems to last in answer to your question dear