It is all about you, trust us
Now get to work and push through the pain
Don’t you know when we do well you do well
Until there is a downturn
Still, don’t worry about that. We will always be successful
That’s why we need you to work so hard
Really, get back to work, we have your back
Your severance package will be exciting
So many things piled on
The weight of carrying it all made her hunch her shoulders and hurt her back
Almost bringing her to her knees with white-hot daggers of pain
Carrying all those troubles may be crippling, but
Keeping them away from her family was her salve
Smelling your perfume on your pillow lingering with me in bed
Covers draped over my chest like your arm was
Every memory of you comes flooding back
Now you’re gone, so I get up and give your pillow another spritz.
That way I can wake up to you again tomorrow.
Remembering all that has been lost
As well as all that we have gained
It is times like these that balance looking forward and back
Seeing this particular snapshot in each of our lives
Entices us to lift our glasses in a toast. Here’s to you, my reader.
Feeling like a coin spinning through the air
Listing endlessly from heads to tails and back again
It makes for an uncomfortable situation and fills those around you with apprehension.
Perhaps instead of chocolate or vanilla soft serve, you might settle on your edge, twist!
Cold hands touched his back
He couldn’t help himself. He flinched.
It broke the moment, and after an awkward pause she left
Leaving him alone with only half his plans for the night
Luckily Netflix wasn’t as judgey
Fraser combed his arm hair against the grain
Unleashing waves of golden amber hair to crash back upon hardened muscle
Rays of sunlight danced upon the same golden coat covering his back
Really he figured he should shave some of it off
Yet there was the fun of the mystique of being part werewolf that he enjoyed
Knowing how to fly wasn’t the hard part
It was when you attached a large sail of cloth to your back
Then stood at the top of a cliff and took that first step
Everything from there was just physics
When you burst through the cracks of society
Everyone thinks you need to be pruned back
Everything must go back to the “good old days”
Don’t let them tread on you. Grow strong and bloom. Let your beauty shine!
The sensation of someone’s foot stomping down on her was all too real
Reducing her to a bundle of pulsating overstimulated nerves
Even getting out of bed on those days was met with dread
And yet she kept working on surviving day after day
Damned if she wasn’t willing to bite back