Artist. Writer. Feminist. Stoner. Clairsentient.
I see your aura with my eyes clothed, my body painted with your scent, Your vibrations play under my skin, matching shapes to make sense,
By TL Holliday3 years ago in Poets
I SMELL YOU IN MY SHEETS LIKE A LINGERING DREAM UPON CONSCIOUSNESS, AND IT SEEPS INTO MY BONES CLEANSING THE MARROW OF ITS LONELINESS,
By TL Holliday7 years ago in Poets
IN A GROUP OF EVEN NUMBERS, I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO SPROUTS IN THE GARDEN OF FRUITS AS A CARROT GIVEN TO THE MAN THAT SEES EVERYTHING,