Spiraling (Poetry)

My toothbrush tasted of gin this morning / The cup I picked up, like whiskey...

Whole (Poetry)

When I stand on the beach / and let the sound of water fill me / feel sand between my toes

I never kissed you the way I wanted to / Never held you as long as I should...

...Are you familiar with your skin? / The way your body blurs where I begin / Making me wish for every sin / as your fingers twine my soul...

Wisdom called and I screamed back, / How dare you make me listen / when being the fool would have been all the sweeter? ...