Sometimes I choose titles before my pen reaches the paper; today, this poem, this story, this limb severed from my heart is half untitled because this is for me, for you and the one in the mirror we're so adamant isn't us. As if our reflections are portraits we have painstakingly sat for, only to … Continue reading A poem for –
They sat me down on a red couch with cracks so wide my knuckles could nestle. A throne - fit for a king with no home or two homes one there and one here where nothing felt, or smelt the same. ____________________________ WP #7: throne Link your response in the comments below. Image … Continue reading Throne (Weekly Prompt #7)
