Balls of steel


The anticipation of our paths crossing once again sent me into a frenzied state. I unraveled quickly. The uncertainty was debilitating and I staggered drunkenly by false pretenses. I tried to collect a breath with every exerted beat of my heart. I assumed she be with her keepers and prepared for a look of hostility mixed with pretentiousness. I buttoned my petty coat adding another layer of protection. And like clockwork, Mr., Mrs., and Ms. make their grand appearance. Six eyes try to molest my vulnerability and fail tremendously.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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      1. Only some small patch left on the side of some remote road.they say it might come back next week but I don’t think so ,even temperatures are higher.It is SPRING….supposedly 😂

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