Abbey Streett
Bio
Life spoken through poetry.
Everything hurts
and nothing is free.
Currently a stay at home mama to two wonderful, crazy kiddos. Finding my voice through poetry, and desperately finding time to read and write.
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Stuck
She struggled against the deep, dark mud. Her wide round eyes darted around helplessly, the panic so evident, the sounds she tried to make came out silent, and strained, the quiet sound of desperation. I searched her eyes for any hope and she seemed to search mine as well. I looked around. I had nothing with me. Nothing to use. I took a deep breath and trudged into the mud, it almost seemed to swallow me whole. I got closer to her as the mud grew darker, heavier, deeper. She saw me and her struggles became more apparent, more desperate, trying to get closer but it only sunk her deeper. I shot my arms up in a signal for her to stop.
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Fiction
Soulmates
I've played with the words soul, and mate before. I've let the two words put together roll off my tongue much too easily, and it sure was easy to say. It felt good to hear, it felt safe to believe. I felt safe enough to believe that I would be safe one day, once I found the mate my soul so desperately needed. I was excited to find the one I was supposed to be bound to inevitably, with the connection I craved, the missing piece in my life.
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Humans
