Savannah Eve Henley-Rayve

Joined June 2021

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Little Girls
At every bus stop in America, little girls holding the hands of their mothers tight and steady like a heartbeat. They watch the men at work.
By Savannah Eve Henley-Rayve5 years ago in Poets
Ode to Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Beach blonde babe but always with a dagger in her hand. Red leather pants, And the realization that maybe it’s okay to love you like That.
By Savannah Eve Henley-Rayve5 years ago in Poets
Flowers in the Closet
I wear dad’s clothes Hiding hopes and dreams in the pockets of pants that swallow me whole Disappearing disasters in the folds of fabric that smell like men’s cologne
By Savannah Eve Henley-Rayve5 years ago in Poets
The Garbage Man
He moves through the barren streets on legs that refuse to give out, feet tapping on the pavement in uneven patterns of one, two, one…..two, onetwoonetwo, one, two. His excitement grows at each passing pile of waste, and he cannot help but be born again every time he finds a dirty old towel.
By Savannah Eve Henley-Rayve5 years ago in Fiction