|I could hear her cries for mercy,
her pleas for justice, for closure,
But I couldn't let her go.
I wasn't yet ready
to tell her story.
Posts from This Journal “poems” Tag
They use words like excessive, spoiled and indulgent, but the magic of Christmas is watching you light up, wide eyes, huge grin, with each…
Story told in the guilty face and welling eyes, illustrated with each scattered shard reflecting the glitter of tinsel and fairy lights. No heated…
Synonyms for wet - only the rhythm varies - winter's bleak refrain.