Tag: broken heart

Essay on Labels ~ American Sentence Day 77 of 108

sometimes we think we are kind


“Nighty night, little bunny rabbit.” -more looking back

"Nighty night, little bunny rabbit." And we all go to sleep, dream, drip. My heart is racing. I am going to forget about men altogether right now and just create create create. I am miserable and a fiend, a total hyperactive freak. And the Goddess is not coming out. The Goddess is shrinking under me. ...