Sometimes I glimpse a flawed reflection,
A mirror pained with self doubts hue.
But sometimes she smiles, a sweet deflection,
Revealing depths of me, real and true.
Stretch marks, soft curves, a mother’s grace,
A testament to life’s wonderful art.
Hair, though weary, wears time’s embrace,
A crown of stories from the heart.
Eyes, shadowed softly, hold the night,
Yet paint galaxies of dreams.
Beyo...
The abandoned alleyway was the perfect stage for the demonstration. A flash of silver, an efficient strike, and the hefty assailant was incapacitated, sprawled on the near frozen concrete. The detective stood over him, her eyes glinted with a fierce determination. This was more than a victory, it solidified her reputation as the city’s most deadly crime-fighter. The echo of sirens in the distance ...
“I’ve had it with the Marshal kid, Stevie, I’ve just had it.” Sam said with frustration. He was never one for children, especially the children that played in our street. He said they were troubled, bad news. I, for one, never believed him.
“What’s your issue today, Sam?” I asked with my hand on my cocked hip. I half expected him to say something about the terrible mouths the street boys always ...
