Poetry Series – Butt Dial

I’m revisiting everything. Asking if the anger I’m holding still has a home here or if we’re ready to let it go.  I’ve been shedding a lot lately.  Banking on changing seasons, a whole new me. Hate is the enemy of grief.  Keeping the toxicity alive within our body.  I wonder why you’re calling butContinue reading “Poetry Series – Butt Dial”