Naked by Danielle Martin

Naked Danielle Martin Naked in the truth that she is alone she hugs herself tightly and succeeds in creating the illusion of wellness. Damp eyes close as jaded lips conjure up wide smiles. Damn! Her mind begins to do its own thing again. Briefly, she forgets, as she floats on a magic carpet of memories, smiling, as death did not steal everything after all. Basking in apparent nothingness, she waits. No one knows her thoughts. But her silence, is better left a mystery. As she knows only too well, every beginning has an end. More from Danielle Martin ↓@cosquelle.mind on InstagramDanielleM on FacebookHer book, Kissing Shadows: Caribbean Love Poems, is out now