The intricacies
of her mind
mask
the intimacies of her heart
Thought processes spurned
burn holes in the fabric
of her love life
The wind blows
and ashes take flight
contaminating
the atmosphere
As she struggles
for precious breath.
What cha know bout me?
- PoetryVixen
- Washington, DC... Southside!
- cute, vibrant, a little loud, 35, jive intellectual, hella intelligent, read like EVERYTHING, funny as hell, great friend, serious conversationalist, people watcher, love music, a mommy to 3 little ones (well 1 is not so little, she's almost 12... the twin boys are 4 1/2), i write, poetry mostly, working on the prose... day gig is data cruncher for homeless non-profit
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