Scratch beneath the surface of my skin,
press your nose against my dirt, entangle
your fingers in the cobwebs of my hair,
mist my face with your warm breath,
quietly blow the dust from my sill.
Capture my mood from the light
reflected in my eyes. Heed the green
vistas I could open up for you.
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*Photograph by … Continue reading the story "Unopened Window"
I’ve always wanted
to go that way,
if I had a choice.
The soft kelp hair
of the mermaids
and their hard
coral hands,
pulling me down