Peace to Her

Whispers wash over her like waves a closet with the light on blue like the middle of the oceanon a sunny day. The tea whistles and the house settles as she settles her thoughts. Good Night, Mom She pours her tea as her feet shuffle against the floorboards She’s art I tell ya, a masterpiece.Continue reading “Peace to Her”

Fears

Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s being afraid and doing it anyway. Shadows leap and lift from the ground. Whilethe world spins on a tilt.I’m still trying to figure out how. Dolls sink and turn colors while deep in the closet something whines. Still, she can think of only one thing, How can IContinue reading “Fears”