The Box
I’m placed in a box I’ll never fit. Unable to escape these four walls. ~ Alone and afraid, Surrounded by darkness, ~ Cramped and unable to breathe, Stuck in a shape only an acrobat could love.
I see the light
Today is the last day of my second to last “semester” of my masters! Officially completed twelve poems for my thesis and I am so proud of myself. Once my program is over, I’ll be trying to publish my collection and I am so excited.
Mimic
Don’t go into the woods At night, The mountains Are most active once the Sun goes down. ~ Her demons play Under the blue hue of Moonlight Waiting to haunt their Next Victim. ~ Shifting forms to Blend with the dark Green backdrop, Changing their voices To mimic Your daughter. ~ If you hear your …
