The House

I awake, sharp, inside this war-torn room, Though I can’t recall how I arrived here. Barely having strength in these thin legs, I begin to inspect the empty surrounding.   The pin-drop creaks pierce my ears; A Spirit of Fear begins to overwhelm me. I fling open the door, praying for comfort. But, only a... Continue Reading →

The Underbrush

  I slip down the trail, lost In my own psychotic imagination. What was it? The tedious wanderings Of a small child, trying To find her way home—but trapped By its twig ropes and leaf chains.   Where was I? The forest Refuses to speak; a transformation I must endure. Streaky-bleak skies, my Only map... Continue Reading →

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