I prefer the greedy girls
the lost children
who have forgotten not
how to play
but they're good at pretending otherwise
Sometimes I see my words as sharp, covered in jagged edges, a sweet, warm and jagged pill.
One thought on “the lost children”
Delicious to hear you reading this one! Thank you ~ it was lovely just on the page.. but spoken.. takes on a more visceral meaning.
As always, your voice is wonderfully ~ everything!