Life gave me lemons, tequila, salt, and a knife. Death, you call the shots.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYLife gave me lemons, tequila, salt, and a knife. Death, you call the shots.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYTravel through the stars with me in my nostalgic dream of summer nights, white wine, and sleeping under nature’s canopy.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYAll smoke and mirrors, nothing concrete or real -Social Media
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYHer blue eyes sparkle a little less than before. Adult life done right.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYShe was a siren, mythical and mystical but somehow still real.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYTalk dirty to me like I’m a nun on her knees screaming hail Mary.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYThe photo of me they choose to print when I die -Thoughts at 4 a.m
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYI grab my skin, soft like play dough, and wish my nails could cut like scissors.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYMy mind is loud but endless evanescent thoughts stay trapped in silence.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYDrive me to a ditch and I’ll dig the grave myself through conversation.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYDouble chin, Fat Thighs. Will you think about these things before your last breath?
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYDouble up, baby. Your lips are the song and the dance floor is our bed.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYI built these walls around me to shelter you from my hurricane mind. Now I must weather the storm alone.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYShe’s a child of war. Stronger than a bomb with a lioness’s roar.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYAn old song; a whiff of perfume; nostalgia let’s me time travel back to you.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERYShe loathes her body but covers it in sequins. Attempts at self-love.
DANIELLE MONTGOMERY