|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
He wraps himself in buzzwords like resilience and hustle, but I have to wonder if they bring comfort to an empty life.
Spices explode across my tongue, melding with the warm flush of alcohol… A long exhale, eyes at half mast, head tilted in a relaxed lean. And…
Twelve birds perched on the power line, twittering over news that used to be secrets, teetering on the edge of gossip and scandal.