New material is a little thin lately as I've been ill or working on things I can't post up here quite yet. But I will share with you (from my old blog) a piece of 'flash' (poem, really) that I entered into a Love Bites flash fiction collection.
The Chase
Moth to a flame and I’m burning again,
Candied hearts and roses,
from all the wrong men.
What are you doing, girl,
and what is it for,
tromping around town
like some two dollar whore.
Addicted to sex, you see,
the thrill and the chase,
the silks and the satins,
all trimmed up with lace.
I don’t ask for more and
don’t dare pin me down.
Love bites and it’s dangerous;
if I don’t swim, I’ll drown.
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