My Belly
Dare I say that I love my belly… “I love my Belly..” Although, I haven’t had one in awhile. I do now…. though brief; primarily from a monthly bloat…. but … Continue reading My Belly
Tag: poems
RED DOOR
Breaking, cracking, sinking, sunk. Dunked, and stuck. Stagnate and unmovable. Red Door. Locked. No entry. Neon green. Bright and effervescent. Feverish, flailed and flipped Back door. Enter. Unseen, Uncared, gaped … Continue reading RED DOOR
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