what lies at the heart of this woman? I surprise myself at all I have hidden from others from myself each day brings me closer

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
what lies at the heart of this woman? I surprise myself at all I have hidden from others from myself each day brings me closer
no lipstick sits upon my dresser top no long-handled brush graces my hair for 100 nightly strokes bras panties nestle neatly in the upper drawer
Sometimes I’d like to unpack my soul and watch it pour onto the ground, mixing with the dirt and whatever lay before me, a new
spread your legs on demand wear a blood red uniform so they know where you are what you are who you are and what you’re
scrubbed free of pretense my face my soul left raw naked fine lines radiate out create delicate starburst pattern like stone hitting thin ice bullet
All the Beginnings of Everything is a tour du force, one woman carrying the kaleidoscope of her family tree. In many ways, phantasmagoric in its
in my deep hidden places worry sprouts and grows that I have already given in to complacency unconsciously surrendered to ordinary stopped tending my fire dimmed my
there are days there are nights when the only thing keeping me from sliding completely into the abyss from dissolving into something shapeless nameless is