The thrill of the pill


You give me the pills I take and don’t ask why Maybe they’ll make me feel like I don’t wanna die Don’t need the thrills that I used to crave I just want to lay down and gaze at the sky Maybe they’ll make me feel like I can fly. At best, I hope I…

From the attic


When the chalk leaves the sidewalk when the dolls are donated to a younger gal when the trucks are abandoned in the garden we didn’t know our last time was going to be *the* last time growing old comes at a price of innocence and naivety lost we hopefully grow wiser as years go on…