The sky is blue
Looking in you wouldn’t a clue
Of how this procession
Feels made for two
Twin blank expressions
The grass is green
Alive as I, I mean
As I look to her still
At just over fifteen
Jealous on the hill
My dress is black
A row besides the plaque
Feeling I’ll and distant
As if in a flashback
A voice whispers insistent
The grave is brown
Six feet down
Drawing me near
Towards the b...
Watches his garden
His nursery of green
Keeps all unwound
And succinctly clean
Snap! Go his shears
Sqealch! Go his boots
Fond! Go his eyes
He tends to the roots
Bundles like babies
When the snow falls
Keep them from Hades
Till they grow tall
He puts down the shovel
And picks up his scythe
Corpses in bundles
All set to bite
The fields of the battle
Sit gently untouched
Till he grows hungry
And...
“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered.
Annabel just kept crying, silent tears streaking down her face. The earthquake had collapsed the entire house, and left dirt coating every bit of skin on her. Emergency responders weren’t too far off now, and I knew she would be okay.
“I promise, you’ll be okay.”
I wasn’t in pain, beyond the feeling of not being able to breathe, how my surroundings didn’t f...
Amantha collapsed in front of five friends and her sister while preparing for a ritual to open the family’s will. Her parents had died two days ago due to natural occurrences.
It is my professional opinion that Amantha’s parents death ought to be closer investigated due to Amantha’s death.
Amantha’s had to fast for a day and a half on the night of the full moon in order to complete the ritual, a...
It was beautiful.
There was a strong tree in the yard, with a rickety old swing tied to its branches. It was too fragile to actually be used, but Sam liked to imagine that it had been used before. That it had been the centerpiece of shrieking laughter and childish whispers. He could imagine the exuberant smiles, warm with the sun.
There would be popsicles eaten on the porch, leaving sticky finge...
“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” The little girl exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. Her eyes sparkled in excitement as she spoke, hands splayed out to either side.
“Oh, really?” Her father asks, listening contentedly as he cracked open an egg above a pan. It hit the surface with a sizzle, yolk breaking. “Why were they so happy?”
“I don’t know,” She hummed. “He bought me and S...
The trees whisper
Soft and gentle with stories
Harsh and demanding with advice
Comforting and quiet with secrets
They offer a listening ear
With leaves dancing gracefully around you
A soothing presence
With their strong noble trunks
Listen, quiet now as they watch
Listen, take heed to their warnings
Listen, the trees are whispering
Who are you to ignore?...