Frost and DespairThe chills begin,And she holds her kneesAgainst her chest,Rocking back and forth,Back and forth.Flames dance across her face,Red and orange shadowsThrown by the setting sun.Annie's slipping from my arms.The more I cling,The harder she falls.The sun is gone.She's pure ice now.
April SnowMy footsteps on the pavementBreak the silenceOf the morning,And white petalsFall from their cherry blossom treesLike April snow,Covering the black streetsIn patches of ivory.Inside,Stiff white sheets cover herFrom the chill of fearAll around,And as we wait for the testsTo come back,Our nervous laughterBounces through the halls.Scalding coffee burns downMy throat like acid,And as I walkThrough the swirls of April snow,I let myself cry,Hard, real, and silent.
Healing Scars - final versionI pushed out of my chair, disgusted. This damned report was due tomorrow, and I barely knew what it was about. Some kind of comparative marketing something-or-another, my boss had explained, but I was too busy thinking about going home to really pay attention.I grabbed one of the Styrofoam cups off the break room countertop and poured myself some coffee. The room was empty, so I sat at one of the tables and tried to relax. Of course, a cluster of women had to come in just then, giggling about the latest gossip. A few men trickled in after them, and I slumped myself into my green plastic chair, hoping to go unnoticed. To my relief, the group filtered out in a matter of minutes. I poured myself another cup of coffee, then headed back to my cubicle in an attempt to avoid any unwanted encounters.Papa had been mad, as always, and smelled like the pile of beer cans next to the couch. I could hear Mamma crying in her bedroom, telling Papa something I couldn't understand. He just kept scream