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You and I

It’s cold. the snow, the rain, the hail. Where do we go? Run into the woods? Run to the small shelter? A bleak fire lit inside the cabin. We ran hand in hand, I shivered but it wasn’t the cold. Drenched in rain, clouds scattered across the sky, pouring heavily. Nothing for the next 100ContinueContinue reading “You and I”

Helpless

Mountain wind, mountain mist,hoping nights would last longer, rooting for the circumstance with a closed fist. Gale gushing through my hair,magic of the mountains calling my name,people say this infatuation won’t last, in my heart I know I don’t care,the world will these menial things forget, but I shall dust them as they bloom inContinueContinue reading “Helpless”

Broken Doll

Photo by James Sutton on Pexels.com Am I a doll broken beyond repair? The glue isn’t holding on anymore. The polish is wearing out. My porcelain skin peeling off like weathered rocks. A perfect hairdo, now looks like the leftover grass in the wildfire. Rosy red cheeks are still red but for untethered reasons. TheContinueContinue reading “Broken Doll”