Lazy,
Leftovers.
Lusty.
Ludicrous.
Lonely… Lonely…
Loneliness.
Laughter.
Love.
Listless.
Look, look, look.
Luminescent?
Lame?
Less likely.
Likes…
Lifted.
Laminated legacy.
Leftovers…
Loneliness…
Lonely?
Luxurious lap,
Leave, leave, leave.
Leveled likelihood.
Legend.
List,
Like.
Leave.
Leftovers?
Loan?
Lavender lotioned lady.
Lioness.
Lightly lifted.
Lithely light.
Lies.
Lonely.
Left?
Layered.
Labyrinth.
Lashes lifted…
Lonely?
Last.
Local.
Loqucashiously labored.
Lofty.
Loyal?
Landscaped.
Lucid.
Lyrically lamented,
Lavished
Laconic.
Likley...
Lost.
Low.
Lonely?
Life.
About the Creator
Ly Anna
Creating into the void of my own indifference to "fit in."
Come play with me, Revolution loves company!
Lap Cat
My nose is dripping, and Delia is tracing her fingers through my hair. Her husband is shirtless by the microwave, heating up leftovers from New Year's Eve. In 60 seconds, I'll be shoving mouthfuls of risotto between my quivering lips like a child and picking at semi-stale dinner rolls. Then, I'll pass my plate to one of their three Tabby cats (whom I can never tell apart) and let him/her/them (?) lick it clean.
By Erin Latham Sheaa day ago in Fiction
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