Brandie Whaley began writing poetry in her early teens, and is a self-proclaimed bibliophile. She grew up in North Carolina and Tennessee, and has spent the past sixteen years in South Carolina.
In her spare time, she enjoys going to the beach and collecting shark's teeth, watching strange things on youtube, and sharing her life philosophy with her friends. She will be 44 years old in November if the coronavirus doesn't cause the end of the world first. Find more on Brandie on Facebook.
I ponder, ponder, one step short of full-on obsession. Mulling over the world I grew up in and how suddenly and without fanfare, it ceased to exist. So unexpected and lightning-quick its flame burnt
I think I began hallucinating as a way to find you again. In the dark, the heavy shadows would blend in such a way that I could believe you hunkered nearby, just waiting on me to discover you. The
Fascinate my fancy and dissolve me in your contemplation.Make me liquid.Fluid.So that I might wax and wane like tides under your direction.Blow your breath like life across my air thirsty skin and