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. Cannibal Dripping blood Splats on the floor Intoxicating stench Weaves its spell The beast has risen…

Everybody Talks….

Hey Y’all, I feel like this week was not a very exciting week posting-wise because of the empty hole on Tuesday, but I am using that space to massage my brain cells and open up the nefarious plot sensors. I also got sucked down into the black hole of serial killers. I have been wikipedia…