Pour Femme

The edges of her were spotlight music to remember and always running to you 

speaking about his raspy voice and 

throat-clearing. Stands. Angry. 

Frustrated. Looks round, they consider buttery 

scrambled eggs on toast, armed with her 

trusty wallpaper stripper she gets to work on the 

Computer: ELECTRIC BRAIN /They thank me for my service.

by Michelle Moloney King first published in The Daily Drunk

Published by Michelle Moloney King

Bookish and paintish! Mother, wife, teacher, and follower of flow.

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