wall

I’m taking the pieces down
brick by brick
pulling back the overgrown vines
wrapped, coiled, dead

hands dirty
each day it’s crumbling down
my stone fortress will be
gone, destroyed, in ruins

racing to green fields
sun burning bright
your soul warming my light
found, reactivated, changing

thrilling

You know Coco, the woman with the ass rack, who can wear a bikini (or not) like it's a pair of everyday clothing. Well, she wrote her own mystery novel - I say novel loosely.

I'm not sure what this book is about, but I hope it has something to do with a stripper rocking a camel toe in search of a sexy party gone wrong type of murder.

Cheers to you Coco!

Oh, to purchase a copy of Angel, go here.

siamese combat

broken egg shells

cuts on my feet

I've disrupted the filtered balance

and there's no exit by tip toe

quite the battle

Mind and Reason take turns

Unhinged is pulling through

we'll smoke them out

put down your axe

it's not meant for me

siamese combat

never coming out ahead

outracing Fickle

'he isn't you' tattooed on my sleeve

doesn't mean you're not worth the fight

we'll smoke this out