Updated: Aug 20, 2020
A pigeon snoops from outside the window,
Psycho like googly eyes examining my life.
I smash my nose till it leaves a mark on the window.
Cold glasses make everything feel alright.
Heavy clouds in the distance about to crush the sky.
I wipe the vapor off the window.
I see my own eyes in the window.
Who gives you the audacity to stare at me?
How dare you?
But again,
Are you watching?
Am I ever going to be your girlfriend? The one you have boat rolling date in Central Park, The one you take pictures of in Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve, No, because I am just a foster girl
"Each female body contains a female brain." Growing up, I am always taller than the rest of the girls, I liked to run, to jump, to swim which made my thighs masculine, my shoulders broad which are con
After I open the box, instead of chocolates that are shaped like seashells, each cube is filled with a person’s face. Zoom is like a last-minute gift basket people pick up from the gas station. Random