A record turns
A candle burns
She reads another page
A face mask on
And painted nails
The sweet scent of sage
She sips her wine
And draws a bath
She stretches out in bed
And her dreams aren’t
Just for the night
She’s living them instead.
Former therapist. Author, Heart of Madison series. Poet. www.crystaljacksonwriter.com https://subscribe.to/crystaljackson https://linktr.ee/crystaljackson
Former therapist. Author, Heart of Madison series. Poet. www.crystaljacksonwriter.com https://subscribe.to/crystaljackson https://linktr.ee/crystaljackson
