Sweet Spot
I explore my body amazed at the softness of my skin. I am in awe of my breasts, the ease in which they fall to the side as I lay on my back. I use my index and middle finger to trace my areolas and nipples. I clasp a nipple Read more
Author: Arlene Antoinette
Arlene Antoinette is a novice poet/lyricist with dreams of one day writing a piece that breaks hearts. She holds an old outdated bachelor’s degree in sociology with a minor in psychology. You may find additional poems by Arlene Antoinette in SickLitMagazine and Girlsense and Nonsense.
Kaleidoscope Vision
look at me as if through the lens of a broken Kaleidoscope and you will see a new kind of woman living outside your limited notion of a well adjusted female i am a husbandless childless menopausal caregiver a keeper of faded dreams an overweight non exercising lump of aging Read more
The Secret in the Blood
I hear the constant ticking of the clock. My reality is at a standstill. When will the results
come back from the lab? Why is it taking so long?