I’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYI’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYShe was a siren, mythical and mystical but somehow still real.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYTwenty-six letters, infinite stories to tell, nothing comes to mind.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYI grab my skin, soft like play dough, and wish my nails could cut like scissors.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYI wish the voices would pour from every orifice. Bleed from my bones and drain me of this illness.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYShadows follow me the way a vulture stalks death. One small step ahead.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYEvery freckle, mole, dimple, and scar, shine bright in my body’s constellation of stars.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYI remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time. Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYSticks and stones break bones but words ferment like poison. A slow, painful death.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYLike water lies spill from my lips. Droplets of poison ready to kill.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYThe body is but a vessel to carry the soul. A container ship to protect it as it passes through this world.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYI built these walls around me to shelter you from my hurricane mind. Now I must weather the storm alone.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYAll smoke and mirrors, nothing concrete or real -Social Media
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYDouble chin, Fat Thighs. Will you think about these things before your last breath?
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYMirrors are used in magic to distort what we see. They are the love child of illusion, lies, tragedy.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYSand between her toes she dances with earth without a care in the world.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERY