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.
Was it worth it One little snap decision made Was it worth it Watching the light slip from my eyes As your words, tipped with flame, burned me One moment to destroy my world Was it worth it
I wandered further down the street, looking at what was around me and wondering when the rest would let go.
She walks- Like poetry Slipping, Through time Painting the world With a whisper Of what could be
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”