Angst Anarchy

Tag: writing

  • Heat Drips, Like Fire Across the Skin

    Heat Drips, Like Fire Across the Skin

    I plucked the words, fresh and clean To taste, with the tip of my tongue Fresh fruit, a strawberry A slice of citrus, orange strong Texture smooth, thick cream Sensual Lip to warm soft lip I kiss them into him Saccharine turns to ash Chalky, dry A parched desert Of powdered milk I taste, Charcoal…

  • We Were Cutting Through Time and Space with Our Cheekbones

    Let’s talk about my “real” life for a little while, you know the place where I have a body and am not this disembodied figure head. Weird.  Anyhoo, What I want to talk about is exercising and how I’m terrified of the commitment.  Let’s be real, exercise is a deeper, scarier, more serious commitment than…