If my son died in a car crash this afternoon, who is the boy in my house, eating my food?
the way he treated the girls
we all ignored it
violence
lying
the way he treated the girls
boys being boys, they said
future war criminal
One Last Time
She watched the blood drain from his face. With a single forsaken fingertip, she closed his eyes one final time.
Fearless and Brave
The girl was too young to feel fear- and therfore fearless.
The mother faced her fears- and she was brave.
How She Got Here
Fingers grasped, sheets soaked
words exchanged breathlessly
Next month, nausea
every scent overpowers
The nurse smirks
"Seven weeks", she says
Running winds,
Pounding skies,
As the bird slowly falls down,
Its majestic, white wings,
Painting the ocean below red
Frustration
Mold splotched in the ceiling above the rotting desks in which the students sat, staring at their phones, ignoring everything.
Wings
Wings born white, sweet and true.
Plucked and torn, penance due.
Grew again, strong and dark.
Everything leaves a mark.