(From my early self) Crows fall silent, His footsteps pass by. The air is chilly, he clings to his coat. Pivoting eyes, watching subtle movements, searching for prey. Mist descends, cloaked in darkness as laughter carries on the air. Quick to stir, a phone drops to the pavement, with her body. Copyright © 2020 GourmetContinue reading “She”
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Smoky hotel room (in my 20’s)
Feeling so alone, naked even.
