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Gazing out a window not my own with a lollipop red manicure tapping thoughts. Loose hair on my shoulders draped over my polka dot breasts. I'm longing for the touch of a silent man, gone away indefinitely. Now I'm hungry for brown rice heated yesterday.
I'm finally not exhausted enough to be passed out until Lena emerges from her slumber. The sun came out today to guild my hair golden. This January has been mild. But winter in new England is unpredictable and not to be taken lightly. Do not be fooled by warmer days, mud and uncrisp salted steps.
The snow will come in, a lioness on our fevered heels.
There is a dime, the coin, in my black bra. The scent of tea tree oil wafts up from my cleavage. Wearing a dress makes mundane tasks less like chores. Unnatural fibers encase my body in pretty floral patterns with cotton sleeves. I breathe slow, even waves of content...just waiting.
The weekend is upon me like a stalking cat. I'm looking forward to sleeping past 6am in my bed of gray clouds.
Ryan left for rehab today.
Ryland went back to California until Jah knows when.
I'm here.
Always here.
where I should be.
I'm finally not exhausted enough to be passed out until Lena emerges from her slumber. The sun came out today to guild my hair golden. This January has been mild. But winter in new England is unpredictable and not to be taken lightly. Do not be fooled by warmer days, mud and uncrisp salted steps.
The snow will come in, a lioness on our fevered heels.
There is a dime, the coin, in my black bra. The scent of tea tree oil wafts up from my cleavage. Wearing a dress makes mundane tasks less like chores. Unnatural fibers encase my body in pretty floral patterns with cotton sleeves. I breathe slow, even waves of content...just waiting.
The weekend is upon me like a stalking cat. I'm looking forward to sleeping past 6am in my bed of gray clouds.
Ryan left for rehab today.
Ryland went back to California until Jah knows when.
I'm here.
Always here.
where I should be.