Laundromat woes

Glass shards littered about

Sparkling in the hesitating sunlight

The cold wind finds its way into her bones

No one to nestle her

Night will come too soon

How many more lessons does life have in store?

It’s a waxing gibbous moon tonight

Beckoning her

Taunting her

“Do you even remember how to howl?”

It snickers and jags

Here somewhere

Hidden between all the broken and dusty souvenirs

Fragments of time she wishes to forget

“Come dance!”

The moon commands

Feel the blood ignite

Awaken the Goddess

Out of the ashes of the demon pit she welcomes your return

Don’t let her down again

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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