Poems from dee.mieras

How Does It Feel?
Take a breath.  Now think. How does it feel? The air gently coming through your nose and lips, Softly brushing the skin. How does it feel...
The Game We Play
One, two, three,  Four, five, six. Look in the mirror, Lick your lips. Pluck and pull, Scrub and conceal. Watch what you eat, Don't eat...