Good things come in threes, the closer they get the more wood I have to touch.I lived in a rectangle by the sea in a sea shell that talks waves in patent leather boots and marine life lipstick. Lucky stars rain down in show-off showers. I show kings how to rue with ruthless mercy, they listen to me!
She grew small extensions to her spiritual self, each one a fully functioning part of a divine plan/ plot to part her from reason; to paint her flesh tones with the blues, endow her extremities with super human grip and her heart with dead ended walkways. We are who our children say we are.