Natasha Matlock
I can lick my elbow and it makes me a real zinger at parties.
Articles by
Natasha Matlock
What It’s Like To Love A Ghost
You were someone just for me. Now I chase the ghost of a love I’m not sure ever existed. You were my dream, and I slept nicely for some time.
If He Only Loves Broken Birds, Fly Away
The lesson I choose to take from this is this: when someone shows you their true colors, see them.