Into the undergrowth and out of sight.
Poem
Dangerous Dream
Why do you yet sleep, Princess?You dream and are content,But what you know isn't reality.The wisps of life pass you by,Like the motes of dust, That float about your resting body,And yet you sleep. Your countrymen call out to you,"Wake, Princess!"The curse that held you in your tower,Has already been broken,Like a dead leaf in … Continue reading Dangerous Dream
Molt
It was in that space I built my house.
Carried Away
Like a well shot arrow.
Tick-Tick-Tock
It feels like time is more and more getting away from me. I sit here on my break at work thinking, I don't have time for this, minimum wage at fifteen, maybe twenty hours a week. I want to write, nay, need to write for my deadlines are bearing down on me. But between work, … Continue reading Tick-Tick-Tock
In Free Fall
I think I'm there.
Writer by Grace 