Til There Was Quiet

Fleeing, hiding, escaping, self-harm. Kneeling, reeling, holding herself, overcome. Misery, apathy, nothingness, alone. Clear tears, red tears, side by side as one. Crying, dying, she exhaled and was gone. ©May Continue Reading →

The Fine Line Within

Teenage year best forgotten… the hand not raised in the classroom hid the rejection at home —confusion, torment— soul bowed against the cold rain, drizzling eyes shimmering in the streetlights. Continue Reading →