Her hair was red and her name was Grace Freckles were speckled all over her face If she wasn’t at home or at school, she’d be
By Carina Barnett2 years ago in Poets
I could tremble on the lip of life. Right at the edge, feet balanced and sure as I test the waters, alert to the shudder of icy cold.
By Carina Barnett2 years ago in Fiction
