Digging deeper to string my thoughts into coherent words. Sculpting a statue I can’t touch, my fingertips keeping moving. A flare for the dramatic and a need for privacy. I don’t want you to look too closely, but I want you to pay attention.

I’ll say everything and reveal nothing. Everyone knows a part of my story, but nobody knows it all. My life in breadcrumbs, spread out in prose. Because that’s the way I do it.

4 thoughts on “Breadcrumbs

  1. Gary December 16, 2013 / 5:06 am

    Lovely work Penni.


    • Penni Jones December 16, 2013 / 4:17 pm

      Thank you, Lisa. I hope you’re having a wonderful December.

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