Last week. Last week. This week....a whole new year in between. New Mexico and back home...a whole new year in between. Home smells funny like it always does when I go away. I walked in the door this evening and was greeted by one happy dog though. It's nice to be missed. I've only been …
tonight i lost my own heart
Tonight I lost my own heart.I am broken.I am sad.I am lost. You were there—a swift breath against my ear. You said,I am not fit for consumption,yet still you laid yourself downlike a sacrifice upon my altar. And I drank from you—your blood in a greasy purple plastic cup,letting youquench my thirst. Later you said …
Dixie's Road Trip 