F Words

fatigue hangs on me like heavy ornaments on a late February Christmas tree branches brittle and bare needles dropping to floor carpeted in half-finished projects incomplete thoughts good--but soon forgotten-- intentions so much aromatic debris carelessly spilling around my feet © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


weighed down by sterile syllables that do not roll off tongue with ease taste of examination rooms rubbing alcohol hand sanitizer poked and prodded under glare of fluorescent lights that make the blossoming head pain triggered by waiting room perfume aftershave turn into throb over right eye not enough time to sound out new labels … Continue reading Anticlimax