A collection of poems, short stories, and ramblings, every day, for one month. #PoWriMo
You found me drowning
in a bottle
on a dusty shelf
my bones were cold and brittle
the burning embers of a love
dying with every lifeless breath
Here are the following rules you must follow if you wish to join the He-Man Woman Haters Club for this year, the year of our lord, Two Thousand and Sixteen.
You were a stranger, really.
Warm hands ran trembling over your soft skin
The percussive sound of our lip smacks drowned out the tv noise