The First Lifetime

Her thin arms bear the weight of lost youthHolding the world at bay with a glanceLips that do not part except to breathe fire Keep secrets whispered in the darknessTime has already passed her byA lifetime lived in the dawn of youthEyes hardened against the gray painSweeping through her unfathomable mindAhead lies the aftermathThe return… Continue reading The First Lifetime

Two Point Creek

               Quiet footsteps and hushed voices passed down our street, knocking gently on doors, afraid to break the sleepy peace within. Behind them followed a wake of dread that settled like cement into the heart of anyone who heard the news.                “Been there a few days…”                “Just barely started to rust…”                “Looks… Continue reading Two Point Creek