The soft smoke of breath, lingers in the taut, dense air, eyes veiled against comin' night, a face etched of pleasures tasted, folding in on itself, a lost, precious beat, a heats fluttering echo, in an old worn chair. Holding fingertips now turning grey slate, deaths march draws curtains come nigh, hearts holding in strained … Continue reading The Reaper Missed You Last Night. *Alternative Title – Merry Christmas.
1) There are no rules about how you should look. The rules you think are rules are well thought out manipulative campaigns by a beauty industry feeding on the disposable income in your purse or wallet.