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.

Carnival

Dancing horses,
spinning tops.
I lost myself
in the carnival
and found my childhood.
Again.

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.