I am wretched, or so I believed. grace could not be found at the bottom of anything. So, I began to gather enough feathers to make some wings. I began to test them, try their strength. But you would soon give chase and tear at me. Tossing my pieces out to the wind. Though bruised … More Fly
“Deep roots are not reached by the frost.” J.R.R. Tolkien I feel the warmth of your fingertips as they dance along my cooled skin.And the silence of my winter,quickly melts into a flood.It rushes down deserted halls and vacant cobwebbed spaces,the walls that I have partitionedbreak and scatter violently.Gasping, I clutch with wild clawsat the edges … More FLOOD
INTO THIS DEEP 