a young writer finding their words, to let others live moments through me
we are at the dining room table making those wonder loom bracelets you assure you know what you're doing and I believe you
By S.W.P5 months ago in Poets
to think that this one moment is mine to share but only mine through words and memories unable to give a person the chance
By S.W.P3 years ago in Poets
you peel the skin from my body like it is the packaging to the toy car you wanted when you were ten eager to find what is hidden beneath
By S.W.P4 years ago in Poets
I weep for the loss of things I have yet to lose ,if I may ever get the chance to lose them, for places that might not even exist
They are walking over me again. In the beginning I used to question how long it would go on. He's been dead for three months. Still every weekend is filled with heavy thuds breaking apart fresh snow. By the new year they will have worn a trail on the surface. I guess people were right when they told me grief was a weird thing. Fortunately, I was too young to lose anyone and now there's nothing left to feel.
By S.W.P4 years ago in Fiction
