September 14, 2017

Exhausted in Peace

Hands like paper

Wisps of steam

Tainted with licorice

Colds haunts the air

Around the mug


Half dead flowers

Adorn the table

Murky tired eyes

Seek solace

From the abandonment


Bugs in comas

Bedded among tar webs

Fight a losing battle

Yet to come


She gives up trying anymore

That bastard

The Obits

Her current entertainment

How many down now?


Expired cans among

Dust bunny friends

On her own

Happy in despair

exhausted in peace

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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion