Unwelcome Memory

His voice was soft, the words spoken gently, as if he was afraid to startle her. As if she might bolt out the door at any higher a decibel. Mary looked up slowly at the man standing across from her. It almost didn’t feel real.

The Wind

Cold. That was the first thing Mae noticed, everything felt cold. Blinking her eyes open she tried to lift her head to look around. Suddenly it came back to her, the winding road, the rain, and the car spinning off the side of the hill and down into the trees below. Her body ached asContinue reading “The Wind”

In Everything

Light shimmered  Like the stars had fallen, One by one And found a home, In your eyes Birds sang Like the world was theirs, Any corner And the sound was there,  In your voice  Flowers bloomed Like they were reaching, For something And the scent wrapped me, In your arms I walked into the world Continue reading “In Everything”

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