She's been living at the edge of her humanity
most of her life
There were moments
when a desire held her attention
and then it would fall up and she'd sit back down
Why risk imperfection
Those moments stopped
She came to the bottom
and began to wrap it all around her
those warm and easy familiars
Her passions wouldn't've be able to find her in that
her castle of comforts
even if they weren't dying
She's settled in deep
made her pact with
"it's enough"
and
made a home out of insta-joys
and the occasional self-inflicted orgasm
Something's peeking at her
through those bricks of years
She could feel it
a feather tickling her brain
the leaves of smooth bound trees beneath her fingers
and the cramp in her hand
The darkness wants to write
March 1, 2023
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 8 of 100
Image is mine.
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