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Waking Up in Watercolor
I open my eyes only to realize I am flat on my back on the floor of my Watercolor home in the exclusive 30A enclave of Florida’s gulf coast. I slowly reach up with my left hand and touch my left ear; it is bleeding. I am bleeding.
The Moth
A moth flew in to
Our home last night
Lured by the light
3 AM
Its 3 am and again you are not
Next to me
Finding a Voice where once there were only whispers
Shelf Life of a Trophy Wife
is comprised of a series of sessions. Sessions which reveal a new piece of the puzzle, an emotional insight into the life of a torn soul trying to survive—hoping to survive in spite of all the setbacks, abuse, and heartache. Proceed with caution and care.
If We Had Told...
There is a picture
of Jennifer and me,
When she was five
One
Shifting through sands
of emotion laughter leaves
me broken but not afraid
Waking Up in Watercolor
I open my eyes only to realize I am flat on my back on the floor of my Watercolor home in the exclusive 30A enclave of Florida’s gulf coast. I slowly reach up with my left hand and touch my left ear; it is bleeding. I am bleeding.
The Moth
A moth flew in to
Our home last night
Lured by the light
3 AM
3AM
Its 3 am and again you are not
Next to me
Finding a Voice where once there were only whispers
Shelf Life of a Trophy Wife
is comprised of a series of sessions. Sessions which reveal a new piece of the puzzle, an emotional insight into the life of a torn soul trying to survive—hoping to survive in spite of all the setbacks, abuse, and heartache. Proceed with caution and care.
If We Had Told...
There is a picture
of Jennifer and me,
When she was five
One
Shifting through sands
of emotion laughter leaves
me broken but not afraid
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