memory

memory
the bruises on my breasts
are almost gone
but the memory of your mouth
will never fade


This is another poem from last year. It’s short and sweet and I’m too tired for anything complex. School started yesterday and it’s already pushing my limits. I knew it would, I registered for 18 credit hours and they’re all intensive reading classes and I’m not young enough for all-nighters anymore. Good thing I like to read! I may be a tad sporadic in appearances around here, apologies in advance. I am not abandoning my readers, just going to learn more things to write about. 😉

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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