Two-Bit Musings.


All The Senses.

. . .

Sometimes when I’m freshly showered, with a spattering of lip gloss and my legs cat-curled up under, I feel a distant memory blooming.

The air in my nose feels fresh, sharp.

There’s a whimsy, an eyelash curl, a playground smile.

I wash my hands in scalding water to kick-start my spirit.

And the tinkling piano in my brain makes me feel like a gull out on the ocean breeze.

The girl who crossed The Walt Whitman all those years ago still lingers; she breathes and steadies herself against the weight of this fucked-up world.

Listen: she’s alive.

. . .

SnapDragon is a writer and artist who has no tattoos.

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