Mustang

Tethered to madness she will not drink Provoked, prodded and ridiculed she will not eat Emotional blinders tightly strapped darken her path Precarious steps she is lead away The bit firmly in place, splits her lips Reigns taunt her neck strained She must always look to the past foam gathers Read more

Hell Hath No Fury Like My Midlife Crisis

I never did tell you the full story. I like to condense my material into bite-sized bits. You know, so that you can swallow the truth. Teeny tiny bite-sized thoughts, that sprout from some teeny tiny place. Don’t be fooled, what is bite sized can choke you. Hell yes, it Read more