She quivered and jittered with anxiety. It had been over a year. It felt like more. Her home had been gone. An unreachable, Trespassers-Not-Permitted entity.
By Christina LaRosa4 years ago in Poets
Glitter to shine and reflect inner youth, I'm projecting my worth, My wisdom and expansive love to boot. Radiant beauty, my soul is the keep.
By Christina LaRosa5 years ago in Poets
Ask me my name. Inquire my worth. You're asking questions Beyond this body, my birth. Whenere to start Leads to how I stop.
Her sister had tried to set her up before. Honestly, too many times before. Each had failed, and some more spectacularly than others. That’s just the way the world works.
By Christina LaRosa5 years ago in Humans
