chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air
some days I do not just feel sorrow some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky that threatens spitting snow I am
last night i was the moon full ripe hung on an indigo canvas painted with thousands of twinkling lights my silver mercury glow reflected in
you may have my heart I do not need it anymore I have replaced it with clockwork elegant diamond hard it ticks faithfully reliably beneath
he is stealthy as the night slipping through bedroom windows bare feet leaving faint impressions in the rug he likes to inch the covers down
we have always lived in the castle safely nestled behind thick stone walls tall metal gates their wickedly pointed tips razor sharp murky moat full
stitched carefully together from odd parts of other women you preferred me to be you recklessly called forth roaring thunder flashes of lightening that wracked
Like many of you, the last six months have taken a significant toll on me physically, emotionally, and cognitively. I have been a sporadic blogger