NaPoWriMo 9 (green)

she palms the stack of green paper, freshly spit out of the ATM. counts it once, twice - all as should be and returns to the office. (it doesn't feel as heavy in her bag  as expected) she gets back and works longer days - one hour, two hours. it makes no difference to her.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 9 (green)


life, shaded green

we're in wonderland, i told you. have told you before, am telling you again. paradise, you agreed; it's close to perfection here. (close enough that i can almost taste it) sometimes wonder tastes green, absinthe sparkling in a poorly-selected glass. feels lush, even, under bare feet on summer's days. (it's not enough. never will be; i'm… Continue reading life, shaded green