watery words weep steeped in hours of lonely thoughts talking to myself Kim M. Russell, 21st December 2015 words no longer weep solitude bears poetry seeds blown on the wind Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2019 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #81 Poetry Archive (5) … loneliness or emptiness The weekend has come around […]
Day: April 21, 2019
Maenad Madness
What you doing with that ivy, sister? Pretending it’s a snake like that one on Instagram. Didn’t we get wasted last night, man! Yeah, we had a right scream! My lips are still black with all the red wine. My head’s all over the place with ecstasy. LOL – mine’s so bad I can’t see. […]
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