When you laugh so hard it hurts
makes you wonder ‘bout the darker side of joy
Its presence bound to captivate; its absence to destroy
Honeysuckle perfumed breeze
Summer’s last seductive breath
We crave in every season and boldly chase ‘til death
Is joy or hope the riskiest?
Most dangerous to lose
The fruit that grows the juiciest is most likely to bruise
Whitney Torrence is a gifted/talented ADHD burnout kid in nowhere Delaware with two-thirds of a Master’s degree in English, no ambition, and several unfinished novels. She enjoys walks on the beach but not explaining on repeat why she can’t have kids. Her poetry is fueled by existential angst and inspired by the ocean. Husband Marcos and cat Echo serve as her captive first audience.