Corset Blues


I write poetry, stories, madness. I transcribe my life into words. Beauty can be found anywhere and I guess I'm here chasing after my muse. Yet again. To contact:

Day 11

They may be 19 days left. I think I’m getting used to being hungry all the time. These weekend is supposed to be hot.  I’m going to sit in the sprinkler with my mouth taped shut so no errant drop of water gets in.

It’ll work!