I imagine heaven as that pitch black place between all stars and time and collisions of gravity. There, I am without a body.
By Amelia Simmons5 years ago in Poets
Standing in Patty’s living room I do not feel her ghost. If anything I am the spirit. I am the thing haunting. I disturb the dust as it drifts through a sunbeam. I am the specter, it seems.
By Amelia Simmons5 years ago in Humans
