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. Hollow The earth has opened up Sucking me in deep Blackness surrounds My life is lost…

American Assassin

Her hood is pulled low over her face and a scarf covers everything from her top lip down. Her nose is shiny from the cold and too many tissues. Her shoulder-length brown hair has been gathered and pulled around to the right side of her neck so it can spill out in soft waves that…