Their voices bounced back and forth amongst the birches. The swampy water sucked my feet into a silty stew. I waded through the water
By Melynie Ferrari6 years ago in Poets
I think about you often I wish that you were here. I keep reliving memories in fear that they will disappear. I tell myself that maybe,
I swear she had these dancing eyes that preyed upon me every waking moment. Forever moving yet trapped in a cranial prison.