mistiffany

This is my bubble.

poem

  • 188 Steps

    It takes 188 stepsfrom my door to the mailbox you still keep,another 10 steps to reach your foyer,8 if I choose to leap. I have the nerve to enterwithout a warning or a knock,but your eyes still light up at mebefore I even start to talk. The house is warm with cinnamon,coffee dressed up for… Read more

  • Lost

    I have built sturdy blockshigh, cold, apathetic facade;walked past the shadowthat almost killed my youth;scraped traces of youuntil I feel like new. Now, you, like a holocaust camemaking me hiss and withdraw gazes.You ensnared me effortlessly, one touch, and I’m lost again.  Read more