Sweet like ice cream
I sit on the porch and watch my father
Park his red truck
He kicks off his boots
Hugs me tight
I sit cross legged on the porch
In the awe
Only a child knows
Bitter like radish
I lay under my bed
Hear the car rev away
Wait for him to hug me
Wait for him to smile again
Feeling the fear
That no child should know
To love him is a bitterjoy
To hate him is a bitterj...
“Horrid day,” Melissa traced her finger over the table.
“I can stand rain,” I sighed, “but not while it’s dark and cold.”
The rain hissed outside. Occasionally it battered against the large hall windows. Like souls, fighting against an impassable wall.
“It opens at 6, right?” Melissa rubbed her eyes and yawned.
“6 sharp.” I yawned in agreement.
The both of us had been trapped in the univ...
Grainy
Chilly Timber
Cold to touch
Like his stiff hands
When he looks at me
His frown lines furrow deeper
In that face, that cold face of his
His words are empty yet full of anger
One day the door will slam and the coffin lid will slide into place
I will cry at the funeral even though I know not all deaths are worth mourning for...