Prose poem today, by yours truly. NIGHTShe stares up at the ceiling fan, the gold chain shimmying in the moonlight.Dim light seeps through the curtains, colliding with the dresser, lamps and scattered clothing to create chaotic patterns in the room.A body is next to hers. Warm. Hairy. Snoring.Just moments ago her own body had rubbed… Continue reading A Bit of Prose
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