When I lie flat on my stomach, protecting my soft underbelly from the world, I can feel my heart beating through my chest into the bed beneath me. Each thump of my heart resonates through my body. It is so loud I am sure it is audible to everyone. I huddle under my blankets and…
Tag: I had some messed up ideas about love
Baby Michelle was Melodramatic
It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Till the End of Time Your arms cradle me in my sleep, But when I wake…
Little Gentian 