|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
I’ve got a few poems jotted down that need a second (or twelfth) look before they’re ready to share, but this one is unlikely to become…
My shoulder muscles tense, instinctive reaction to a threat. I'm not okay. My fight or flight response a bone-deep warning to avoid…
Like a rough pencil sketch, a dragon's head materialised from the clouds, the edges blurred in shades of lead and cream against a background that…