I urge my cigarette come on, kick in, I want to float! the spider hides in his hole as I blow my smoke across his home. one more draw one more the LED indicator of my phone blinks and winks but it’s not you battery level at 15% one more draw I miss the makeshift … Continue reading Float

Fistful of hair

“I’ve already imagined your hair wrapped around my wrist or filling my fist in a dozen different ways.” My lips part on their own accord and I struggle to swallow. The vodka based cocktail may not have been the best option, but I wanted to treat myself in case the night goes downhill. Now I’m … Continue reading Fistful of hair