My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
He whispers something or other as if magically my heart will open to things forgotten and with each word stirs memories better left in a pine box six feet under and wisdom is more or less a forgiveness of past sins I wrap myself in a silk kimono and slip back into his arms where …
"....it doesn't always have to be this way..." Little voice inside my head sings a song low key off beat far left of anywhere slipping from addiction to obsession no matter what rolls in or out with the tide early morning light shines ever so brightly and the truth remains silent lovers tiptoe past an …
Trilby Yates 