The Muse and its Morbidity
Pencil in hand, muse in head, Thinking of that which should’ve been said. You say your...
Sharing and showing the experiences of a single mom
Pencil in hand, muse in head, Thinking of that which should’ve been said. You say your...
She lurks in the darkness waiting for her new prey. Femme fatale was what she has...
The feed begins…the hunt continues. She takes in her prey as the night engulfs day. With...
You brave the storm of the day just to go home to your personal storm of...
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