BED TIME - J.Marie
Far beneath midnight, mind sick, stomach twirling, brain hurling, I spin and twist with thoughts of you. Blankets of lightless stars, warm my lifeless scars. Grasping the whisper of silence, my fingers slip sweaty, thoughtless, eager, and restless. The lack of love and all there of, smother me like a pillow.
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J.Marie
I am a writer, a musician, and an artist. Words, rhythm, soul, art, flesh, & bones, are the components to this being, that is me. I live to create, and it is my privilege to share with whoever stumbles upon me. Only hoping, "Your creative membrane will swell so much, your eyes will change color.” - J.Marie http://jmarievllc.wix.com/jmarievllc
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