He grabs me by my collar,Hands rough and unforgiving.He pulls me close to him, bitter breathAnd bitter expression. He stares me down and says,”You aren’t enough, you’re small.You want what you want butCan’t accept it. You’re hooked on a dreamThat shattered when you reached for it.If you could will the bones within youTo fold in … Continue reading A mood.
Sometimes, things that we depict as weird or strange or even wrong can seem like a disgusting plate of food. Have you felt that way about something new or something in opposition to your views or beliefs? Continue reading Accepting Foreign Food