I can’t tell if it’s shifting foundation or the malleable feel of your person.
I can’t ever really tell when we meet if it’s in person.
The feel of your skin is a smooth as the flow of affected words read from long awaited
Dull still even if the words vibrate against my skin.
I feel as if I am waiting for your return even if I have your perfumed neck pressed against
my nose you are still a lingering scent.
I wonder and wander when it’s just me.
I know it must be. (c.103)
Ken Wallace found her passion for writing at a young age and was encouraged by family and friends to pursue her talent. Her writing focuses on her experiences growing up in the urban areas of Baltimore City. She is currently attending university and majoring in Web Design and Development. She hopes to find some success in writing and is currently working on a novel project with a heavy focus on fantasy and horror. As well she is an avid knitter and trying to figure out how best to manage the ebb and flow of one creative muse to the other.