Standing naked before the storm
I could only stare at
the jumble that once been people's lives
and grin helplessly.
Death was quick.
Friday, 27 May 2011
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Microfiction on Freedom
Alone,
except for a river,
A river that led North.
Wade in the river.
Freedom,
her Soul cried.
except for a river,
A river that led North.
Wade in the river.
Freedom,
her Soul cried.
Monday, 24 January 2011
Microfiction
Home was just
the stretch of a hand away.
All she had to do
was trust that
she could walk on water.
Water turned to mist.
the stretch of a hand away.
All she had to do
was trust that
she could walk on water.
Water turned to mist.
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Monday, 10 January 2011
Microfiction
Things that are ugly
are not always so.
Things that are dark
are not always evil.
And a life that is gentle?
The beast embraced the beauty.
are not always so.
Things that are dark
are not always evil.
And a life that is gentle?
The beast embraced the beauty.
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