Posted in Copenhagen, Denmark, Poetry, Prose

Being Stalked

The spice of life
one that eluded me
around the next corner
in the elevator
just down the hall
hiding in my room,

A note
lying on my desk,
when I checked in
an anonymous hotel room
in any large city
alone, but

Sincerely yours
-Ginger

Being stalked

by the spice
of my life….

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My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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