RonovanWrites – Page 4 – aka, The Abject Muse

Like Me

Time stands still whenever I’m with you. The clock doesn’t move. It’s stuck like me.

So far from home and everything familiar. this is the freedom I thought I wanted. who knew being on my own means real adulting?

A mind for Mensa her body, a work of art— sixty-two tattoos

You. You worship her as if she were a goddess. Medusa, maybe…

Sweet magic moments between twilight and darkness; when we’re together.