The sky is blue

Looking in you wouldn’t a clue

Of how this procession

Feels made for two

Twin blank expressions

The grass is green

Alive as I, I mean

As I look to her still

At just over fifteen

Jealous on the hill

My dress is black

A row besides the plaque

Feeling I’ll and distant

As if in a flashback

A voice whispers insistent

The grave is brown

Six feet down

Drawing me near

Towards the b...

Watches his garden

His nursery of green

Keeps all unwound

And succinctly clean

Snap! Go his shears

Sqealch! Go his boots

Fond! Go his eyes

He tends to the roots

Bundles like babies

When the snow falls

Keep them from Hades

Till they grow tall

He puts down the shovel

And picks up his scythe

Corpses in bundles

All set to bite

The fields of the battle

Sit gently untouched

Till he grows hungry

And...

“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered.

Annabel just kept crying, silent tears streaking down her face. The earthquake had collapsed the entire house, and left dirt coating every bit of skin on her. Emergency responders weren’t too far off now, and I knew she would be okay.

“I promise, you’ll be okay.”

I wasn’t in pain, beyond the feeling of not being able to breathe, how my surroundings didn’t f...

Amantha collapsed in front of five friends and her sister while preparing for a ritual to open the family’s will. Her parents had died two days ago due to natural occurrences.

It is my professional opinion that Amantha’s parents death ought to be closer investigated due to Amantha’s death.

Amantha’s had to fast for a day and a half on the night of the full moon in order to complete the ritual, a...

It was beautiful.

There was a strong tree in the yard, with a rickety old swing tied to its branches. It was too fragile to actually be used, but Sam liked to imagine that it had been used before. That it had been the centerpiece of shrieking laughter and childish whispers. He could imagine the exuberant smiles, warm with the sun.

There would be popsicles eaten on the porch, leaving sticky finge...

“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” The little girl exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. Her eyes sparkled in excitement as she spoke, hands splayed out to either side.

“Oh, really?” Her father asks, listening contentedly as he cracked open an egg above a pan. It hit the surface with a sizzle, yolk breaking. “Why were they so happy?”

“I don’t know,” She hummed. “He bought me and S...

The trees whisper

Soft and gentle with stories

Harsh and demanding with advice

Comforting and quiet with secrets

They offer a listening ear

With leaves dancing gracefully around you

A soothing presence

With their strong noble trunks

Listen, quiet now as they watch

Listen, take heed to their warnings

Listen, the trees are whispering

Who are you to ignore?...