you are where you are
I saw a couple on Saint Mark’s today, I didn’t like them. Why didn’t I like them? I couldn’t tell you. Maybe it was the way their smiles laminated every time their eyes met.
By Rachel Beals6 years ago in Poets
I want to build a tower and call it something. But, what? Perhaps I could call it the Tower of Sadness. Built on a foundation of expected disappointments and cracked oak.
Don’t say a word. Does it count if I scream? Facing down the blistering walls of trauma you and me. I am a sheep chained inside the lion's den with the façade of