Aspiring author climbing her way out of the slushpile.

A woman made of prose and poem seeking the keys to publication.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Space.

Space.
She didn't have alot of it.
No, that was place.
A place.
She had plenty of space
Negative space.
Turn into a positive.
Tidy up her innerspace
Hurling junk into outerspace
Relax with a smile on her face.
Clear space.
That was her place.