It’s been thirteen years,
It was a year that
I realized my fears
A year that I thought
I may drown in my own tears
The memory of it
On my heart
burned so deep
I felt abandoned
And Scarred Continue reading
She drifted there
The water gently caressing the known
Carrying her down the suppressed river
Recollections of her life made her shiver
She arose from her reverie,
Her backside wet from dismay
Her river of tears on display Continue reading
The air was frigid
Pungent with must
Odors of mold
Abandoned and untold
From her bleeding lips
Her wobbly hips
How are you all!?
What book has been on your coffee table or beach blanket for that matter, this summer?
I’ve been reading ‘lullabies for little criminals’ by Heather O’Neill
While not for the faint of heart this novel is frustratingly real.
“A gritty, heart-wrenching novel about bruised innocence on the city’s feral streets- the remarkable debut of a stunning literary talent” is right!
It’s just what the doctor prescribed for me this summer.
It’s inspired some grittier writing of my own.