The B in LGBT. A tragic poem. Happy Pride! 😛 ~+~+~+~+~+~ Jasmine.The scent fills my lungs as I remember her blouse so close. Our piano arms rested side by side on the bus seat belts nonexistent to restrain her Flat chest that balanced a Sharp arrow to shatter my White milk glass. Her dazzling smile…
Gold dances in the memory of green eyes. Coils of fire flare in the dark of Erebus. She could cry...if she still had a body. Making her way with burning shades, she tries not to ponder that killers prey twice: the initiation of attack, and the peak when nervous souls abandon bloody bodies. Everyone here…
Daily writing promptWhat is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.View all responses Do you have kids? When are you having kids? Why don't you want kids? I was a girl with a list long before Tiktok's the girl with the list. I just never had the audacity to post it online or the…
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