Her Time

it's her time, she can feel it, and like a brittle church-bell chiming on a Sunday morning, she could hear it. She was that sweet girl, Calm like the breeze, and coarse like the  wind when she called to your devotion, weightless sweet-nothings, she fell for, like a child falling to the teetering of a … Continue reading Her Time

Overdose!

Bimbo could hear the opposing arguments between her mom and dad in the room, it was 7:30PM. "How long will this continue?" She groaned. She never made herself to be this way. Her parents knew the detriment of getting married as both AS and still went on with it, yet they treated her like she … Continue reading Overdose!