The Mist

Love the phrase everything is poetry if you listen … Mine its not what people say or write that is poetry .. It’s what comes from the ♥️ really nice .. Ian ⭐️

Christina Strigas

I should keep up with the news

but my wifi is out of control

so I am cutting it up

slicing it into quarters of my life.

Less and less of you

more and more of me.

I disrupt my life on purpose

and see through the mist.

Who can ever give you

all you want? Not one

person. I never met

that person so I find it

within myself and

marry myself. I’m

cheating on my husband

with myself. He knows it

too. I can touch myself

and cum in seconds. No

rendez-vous, no dates.

I can believe in myself

and not others’ version

of me. Even if I have twenty-four

hours to live

I can stare at a ceiling in silence

I have plenty of practice.

I will take my secrets to

the grave. No one

can love me the way

I want. So I will contine


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