I do your laundry
because it makes me feel close to you
The labors of your day embedded
in the fibers
I pull your shirt from the dryer
And hold it to my nose and breathe you in
It’s all there
your dedication
your off-kilter smile
your quiet reassurance
So I smile as I fold it and place it in the basket
just as you encircle my waist with your arms
and kiss the back of my neck
giving me all the thanks I need
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
May the novel bring you inspiration in your daily ruminations.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
emptiness personified
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Shining the light of truth on delusion
GIVE FEAR THE MIDDLE FINGER & BE FEARLESS!
Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
oh what's the point.
ART as a WEAPON
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My business is generally pleasurable.
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Just my thoughts for all to behold
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top knot wearin' mama to twin girls
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Writer & Dark Humorist
Making laundry erotic again?
Can’t it be? Lol