Megan Febuary November 10, 2021 Miscarriage Megan Febuary November 10, 2021 “can you look at it” i asked,without meaningto say those words
Megan Febuary November 8, 2021 A Daughter's Lament Megan Febuary November 8, 2021 On Friday’s I searchFor your face in mirrors,visiting bars soft lit by streams ofsapphire bulbs; by eight-o’clock
Megan Febuary October 27, 2021 Interstate 695 Megan Febuary October 27, 2021 "I'll never drive on that road again," she said,as if it was the road who killed himwith her tempting curvesand shimmery guardrail waistband.
Megan Febuary October 26, 2021 Pastel Projection Megan Febuary October 26, 2021 I asked to keepthe lights off—and in the pitch blackyou pulled me in
Guest User September 24, 2020 And then, she grows Guest User September 24, 2020 Fallen from a flower,The seed begins to grow.From a tiny timid seedlingTo a beautiful red rose.
Guest User September 15, 2020 Denying the Obvious Guest User September 15, 2020 I have never seen a black man cryUntil You
Guest User September 8, 2020 Knock & Enter Guest User September 8, 2020 When you enter into a womanYou can’t feel her painYou can’t see theheaviness of the earth
Guest User August 27, 2020 Healing Amidst Distress | Pain with a Purpose Guest User August 27, 2020 I had to free myself from youI will always continue to try and scrub you off of meWash you out of meWipe you off my lips
Guest User August 25, 2020 Fingerprints Guest User August 25, 2020 I can't rememberEverything in the exact orderOf occurrence, jumbledAnd speckled
Guest User August 20, 2020 Plush Guest User August 20, 2020 Her plush lips outlined in remnantsOf the shade 'Rouge Artist Natural'Traces of youthful delectabilityAnd unencumbered sensibilityRemain
Guest User August 18, 2020 The Fire Rose Above My Head Guest User August 18, 2020 Life or death may snatch you in an instantWithout asking permissionWhat can you do in a forestWith flames above your headBut surrender…
Guest User August 6, 2020 Numbers | Released Guest User August 6, 2020 …Stones started escaping along the sidewalk as she went.She started to feel the weight off her shoulders until she noticedShe ran back to pick them up and put them back into place.Protect them from the ground…
Guest User July 30, 2020 I do love myself. | We sat there Guest User July 30, 2020 I do love myself.I do.I didn’t use to.
Guest User July 28, 2020 Picasso said that every child is born an artist Guest User July 28, 2020 and my body was her first canvas.we made these marks together,not with ink and needle,but with time, with blood,and with a heartbeat.
Megan Febuary December 6, 2019 Roar Megan Febuary December 6, 2019 you, woman,are something to behold. not something to be held down.do not forget this.
