steam curls like cat's tail;
cold hands wrap around small heat
and sip soft comfort.
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Sara Little
Writer and high school English teacher seeking to empower and inspire young creatives, especially of the LGBTQIA+ community
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Afternoon Communion
I had a visitor in my classroom the other day. She, unknowingly, flew into a storm of cacophony and swarms of students swatting at her. She found a safe place to land and made her way over to my desk where she climbed onto a note pad and passed the time grooming herself and studying me with quiet curiosity. I was able to release her onto a Texas Sage bush right outside my classroom window.
By Sara Little23 days ago in Poets
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley3 days ago in Fiction
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This is lovely. The word, “sip” alone feels perfect for this challenge.