I like doing number 5!!
“Cheers,” she says as she lowers her glass toward hell. “Cheers to an Honest Abe.” I shift my eyes in her direction as I watch her lift the tiny glass a few inches from the floor up to her pale lips. Bailey has been this way ever since the truth came out twelve season… Continue reading Last Call
I started writing a poem but then the metaphor was too beautiful and I got lost in the tranquility.
https://youtu.be/o3QjVpNgO1I I've been tied down for years now Not in a sense where it is mutual and understanding But more so like a slave bowing down To his master. The relationship is dark. It is sadistic. Everyday he latches shackles on my ankles, not basic handcuffs Instead, he insists I am weighted down by His… Continue reading Bondage