love poetry women

Music curing nausea

Washed away

The hope of holding on

With emotional


And avoiding the

Work in a vision of

Peek a boo

So I sit

Open to the conversation

As much to learn

As to sit and hear the

Music of your voice

No matter what song it plays

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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