Hannah Moore
Bio
I write and publish a lot of bad poetry. I'll embrace the discomfort in cringe for the exchange of releasing decades of hiding behind the mask of normalcy.
Some call it desperate, I call it humanity.
Stories (8/0)
The Last Sleepover
I rolled over to see my best friend outlined in the faint street lights shining through the curtains. It was four nights before her wedding. She had been in love with her first boyfriend for over a year and they were about to make their love official in holy matrimony. Meanwhile I had just finished getting over who was then my fourth ex.
By Hannah Moore8 months ago in Humans
Cravings
I crave intimacy with you. You awaken a desire within me that I thought long dead. To lay with you, your steady breathing and heartbeat sounding against my ear. Your fingertips gently brushing stray hairs out of my face. The intimacy of calm existence.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Poets