“something’s missing” 01/30/201801/30/2018trE Courtesy of Pinterest the scent of your hair a cupped breast in a crooked mouth darkness on the horizon slow footsteps pacing the hardwood closed door, jagged edges… a broken heart
Salt 01/28/201802/10/2018trE The wounds you left behind bitch and moan, groan at their depth. You return for seconds– salt in hand ready to pour. but, I am closed indefinitely.
