Smoking cigarettes, bitting the tips of her blotched nails -
Chewing, the string that hangs from a torn sweater.
To see is not enough, to taste can set you free.
She can taste the air on a dull summer night, clouds hanging low.
On her tongue -
Sweet juices melt.
Humidity dampens her hair, curls unfurl over grey eyes.
An image of a woman drowning.
Dandrea i really like your blog as I am now officially "following" it...
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Why, thank you sir. This whole blog thing...not to sure about, but hey if one person out there appreciates my words...I guess it aint' so bad..must admit, I have always been more of a paper/pen gal..I have piles of notebooks...maybe I will begin to publish more on the web! I'll be sure to check out your blog
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