Poems from muse539
When did the idea of being a woman become filled with dread?
Desperate women, driven to the knife,
Just like in the stories I have read.
...
To those who judge me
before they know me
Call me immature
because of my age
Label me a lesbian
because I have short hair
Assume that...
This promp was all about words. They didn't have to make sense grouped together, the point was to listen to the sounds.
My lavish...
Tick Tock
The clock above our old TV tormented me,
it’s red numbers screaming distress every time they blinked
Where is he?
He left...
As the rumble of the car abruptly halted, the night’s sounds finally penetrating the massive beast, two small circles of light could be...