Kitchen Floor Musings

I plan to lament, to pity-party, to languish-unapologetic-like, the daylong, in regret and angst.

When dawn of some new era calls, I’ll hear it’s hearken, I’ll know it’s finally time I arise from the rain and fog.

‘Til that day, you’re cursed, Mountain, you’re soul-sold, Hollow, you’re a kind woman’s Relic and Shame.

Data Points

Sitting nicely in her exam room
Obligatory questions asked of me
And didn’t I have to lie
Leave the crying out loud for the inside?

For, one’s home is her castle
One’s heart is the treasure
Her smile, sacred

Didn’t I have to lie
I, her patient patient