Samantha Zickgraf

5 months ago
It's inevitable Skull shaped lockets we wear around our necks By peace By tragedy By illness By our own hands An hourglass Nailed with birth Nailed to the table of life Sand Sand that moves too fast S...
Seasons Without
a year ago
It ached like sunburn and the way you couldn't breathe tears fell like the leaves and my soul changed color too A heart frostbitten, dying for a warmth that would never radiate again And when things s...