This is one of mine...it got published a few months ago.

Tell me what you think.

London's Window. By Geneva Smith



"I found out today that there was no such thing as color" she said
A breezy type of calm-

A not so funny joke god has played on us all.



What happens when you find out your as unwell as the next?

Live-
Life.


So we do.
So we shall.

I will write the way I'd like.
I won't sell a thing anyway.


"What happens when you find out you like pain?" she whispered in my ear while twisted around me like a 300 year old tree.


I spoke, only to hear myself.
No one could be bothered.



Then she came.
She brought with her the information, a transformation of sorts.

Explaining in her baby voice that screaming is not always bad and we don't always hate who we think we do.



Taught crudely about how there is not love.
Just hunger.

Her perfume mixed well with sweat.
Her eye liner ran south.
Her smile was forged.


She said....."Just stop writing.....it’s foolish"