the tell-toll patience it’s deafening silence sends prickly heat through the shaft of my spine; those nights of confusion and indigo questions throb through my skull at inopportune times. i want the consumption the raw devastation that patience and virtue must leave behind; so travel me further past bottle-green grottoes and quench the frustrations of …
bed is cold
last night i missed you so i felt the wetness beckon and i throttled the desire that threatened me for you were not in sight to quench it sometimes it feels like you’re gone gone from this world to the after and i try to remember everything and my head hurts with the thinking i …
It’s the Food that Binds Us
Above: Country breakfast on the weekends. I put turmeric in the potatoes. The first weekend I was back I made a country breakfast for the whole family. Homefries with paprika and tumeric, scrambled eggs, toast and turkey sausages. Breakfast is one of my favorite meals, especially on the weekends. I love feeling like my family …
some love
some love is a race a freight train running late, an s.o.s., scarlet sky requesting a kiss one is powerless to deny. some love brews low till it bubbles in time seasoned with knowing crimson dew. 3.20.02 © Eliza Alys Young
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