So, here's to women who live beneath a glass ceiling, lobbing rocks into the abyss and hoping their culmination of cracks will cause its very weight to crumble, allowing a collective sigh of relief.
A Warning to Lovers
a secret meeting gone awry
a supposed cold room turned to a boil
she was filled to the brim with bile
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 4
To crack open.
Like the smile of an addict
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 3
Not sure if it was a dream
or reality, self-distorted.
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 2
Like the smile of an addict
browning since puberty
yellowed by the wear
Of service as an accessory,
Mind The Mess On Mondays 