Playing With Myself Touching, breathing Howling, reeling In pleasure and pain Undressing myself Caressing myself Losing track of time Trusting my body Rolling on the bed Tilting back my head Playing with myself Welcome back Holly
Reflections
Here’s where I share my thoughts on all things grief, collapse, community, liberation, and love — so basically all things.
Category: Poetry
The Small Things my dog’s breath the fire’s crackle pen on paper bees rocks tears all the big Things
Asked and Answered I ask: Do you ever think about me when I’m not around? You answer: All the time. All the time… I think about who you were—what it would’ve been like to hang out as kids, what you’ll be like in 20 years, what you’re thinking now. I think about the memories we’ll make, and the memories you already have. I want to see it all, > MORE
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