(An experiment exploring a child's perspective). All the kids in the village knew where Collin was, but no one would listen, none of the grownups, not the police and not even Mr. Kirk Patrick our teacher at school.
By Bryony Diane5 years ago in Families
Strip away my skin, Dare I gaze at what's within, Colors are my nucleus, my core, My emotions, my perfections and my flaws
By Bryony Diane5 years ago in Poets
My fancy, new phone, In its polka dot case, Is the target of blame, As I stare at it's face. I'm thirty minutes late,
