It just hit me Like a bag of rocks. Hard, Knocked me down Then Spun me around. My inner roommate Has taken over.
Do I drain you? Enfeebled, Articulating All of these letters. Strung together A welcome banner Wrenched taught Between posts. Only to point you Toward the exit, Far from this place. An escape That feels fresh And light. Go ahead, Drink the lemonade. A rush of sweetness Hits your tongue. Finding the beauty In each gulp. … Continue reading Lemonade – June 17, 2019