Am I Truly Saved? Be still, a kind and fragile heart; bring unison to what may come to thee. For such vulnerability can bring chaotic famine. A sharpened end of blade to save dismal, Is there one to
The Other Girls The other girls never burn red or twitch or stutter. I read of princesses pricking their fingers on thorns and spindles. Yet I prick mine on the sharp tin foil of a sour yogurt lid. I
A Gentle Stroke of Spring The soft colors of peaches mix with strawberries, The dots of watermelon seeds fill the spaces in between, Quiet caresses of honeydew sing With underripe avocados underneath
Everywhere The fresh spring dew began to overcome me as I began to step out of my makeshift cottage. My bare feet soaked in the moistness that coats every blade of grass from the fog that hovered just
When Daylight Comes At sunrise, my window catches the folds of colors. Leaves swaying from the trees. Beads from your bracelet scattered – left behind. The memories of us fade into the sky. You are no
there’s a golden ring tied to my necklace My back is pressed against the tiled floor. A chill goes down my spine and I realize this cold surface isn’t getting any warmer. My eyes scan the popcorn
