Cut My Hair

I cut my hair So I don’t need anyone to hold it back On nights when I’ve drank too much to forget you I cut my hair Which then cut my showers in half So I don’t have enough time to reminisce The feeling of your palm pressed to my damp skin Or my fingers…

Rebel Child

My father always Wanted daughters for they are “Easier to raise” But I’ve always been A rebel child as proof of What chaos we make SW 05/2018 Updated 07/2019