Stress
The faint suspecting winter melon scent vibrated at a frequency, aspiring to tingle my nostrils at dawn as i was attempting to break free from a dream that painted my town red with silver hues, a combination that does not please the colour wheel from what i envisioned. Quickly grabbing the straps of my partial hooked vintage bra, I released them with a snap that painfully scratched my exhausted shoulders from all the tossing and turning on my foam stiff mattress that felt like a hundred years old. My reminder alarm went off within seconds and caught me off guard producing a memory tunnel back to the terrible mistake i tasted last night.
Sophie Stockton - Girl Next Door
Sunkist
When Voluntarily Smooched By The Middle Eastern Sunrise Only Will I Be Convinced Freedom Awaits In Abundance Beyond The Sunkist Oranges Drowning The Valley Of My Online Shopping Cart, Stripping The Mask We Wear In Vain. Strangely, I could not Mask As Orange Being The New Black.
“Culture Shocks” Anyone?
Sophie Stockton- Girl Next Door