Guess What?

I’m currently in bed.

Body covered in coconut oil, toes dipped in avocado oil.

2021 has delivered so much already!

I’m forever thankful.

I feel my beautiful mind expanding.

I’m walking through my destiny.

The next stage is a tough one.

I’ll embrace it. I love my creative nature.

Guess what?

I’m currently in bed.


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With my tears, I could flood a whole city.

I always paid attention to you.

April 22nd I cut that lifeline.

I cut you out of my life.

I was your line.

Emotions poured out like a river running wild, transforming into a tsunami and breaking the rules around love and the living.

Cascading through the area and hoping the glue melts away.

I held you up and gave you my energy.

You floated away and came back with new sight.

I see not your blue eyes.

I see not your grey eyes.

I see not your green eyes.

I can’t stop this!

I need to explode, rather implode on myself. I’m expressing today, I’m expressing.

At my knees, my tears caress my calves. The fragrance is cherry…I used to kiss you with cherry flavoured Carmex.

I lay on my bed and feel my tears submerge my thoughts.

9 times out of 10 I’m in my feelings…

With the negative memories you left behind, I lift the roof off my home and let the tears of the hurt ones pour in like rain.

I’m weighed down to the bed as my heart is heavy and drowning in memories seems fitting.


From her observation


With my righthand I swirl pools of darkness, I can assure you it’s warm and contains pieces of pigs feet. They’re still warm from marching out of your throat and stopping beside my fingertips.

I pick one up and toss it to Crow, he devours it with a few swift pecks. Thank you.

Light from your television, gives us vision to this thick consistency, the smell is disgusting. Still, with my right hand, I squish chunks of pineapple and throw them into the air. Crow hops to the left, his tiny feet making even ripples in your mess.

SPLAT! The chunk lands right in front of him. He fluffs out his feathers, and I notice specks of your vomit on his left-wing.

Crow motions to me by looking down at the now reddened piece of pineapple. I swish my hands around and around, spelling out the following:

     I AM YOUR F

Crow crows, I snatch up the scarlet reward and bite into it.          

I can assure you, it tastes as if I bought a plastic-wrapped fruit pot from, well you know, a place where you purchase nice fruit pots from.

Crow hops on my thighs and rubs his head against my stomach. It’s his way of expressing his love for our friendship.

I take my right hand and the bloodied sick drips onto my thigh before I stroke Crow. I swear to you this little bird knows how to purr.