The gel from my ink pen smears across the page. I don’t remember who I was before. I don’t know who I will be after I finish bleeding on the pages
Aaron cracked open his eyes, the slate ceiling greeting him. Plain. Empty. A gray stream of light from the mostly shuttered window coated the room in a dull glow. Exhaustion washed back over
Mrs. Charles ran through her home, ducking as a fourth round of bullets peppered the wall just above her head. She shrieked, yelling for her husband. The twins clutched her skirt as they
I look at the picture in front of me. There is a beaming girl with pigtails and bright pink hairbands in them. Her nose is scrunched, like it always is when she laughs.
Ow! My nose bumped against a barrier. I couldn’t make out my surroundings because of the darkness. With my sense of sight rendered useless, I decided that depending on my sense of
Are any of these colors suitable To reflect a life so greatly missed? To show the difference you made Through how you lived? How to choose even one flower for your grave: Red?
There is my drawing desk Marked up, but bare; And there, my pink dresser With closed, empty drawers; There is my horsey That I would ride upon Standing alone by the wall. And
I’m just trying to clear my thoughts with a water glass at my table, and then I hear out of the jukebox sounds of psyches that are stable. I’m thinking things
On Sundays I wake early, not stopping To lift the heaviness from my eyes. God will do it, I reason, and He always does—at first, gradually, Until the weight rolls from my
In another world, beneath a great white throne, A holy seraph keeps a Book of Tears. In this book are stories, telling of human sorrows, Of great grief, weeping, and secret fears. No
From the sunshine-cloaked whispers of August To the icy throes of January, My heart of glass decided it would trust His deep-sea eyes shrouded in mystery. Infatuated with a masquerade— For the sage
The night of April 17, 2019, is forever etched in my memory. I sat next to my fiancé on my pastor's brown couch at one of our premarital counseling sessions. My pastor got