Trekking through the snow,
My frozen heart is healing.
Warmth comes from within.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Alex Blackstone and writers in Poets and other communities.
I told her; she wouldn't listen. She had been an RN… Women couldn't control these things. They were natural. Men refuse to acknowledge that.
By Alex Blackstone4 years ago in Poets
Sometimes there are too many assholes to argue with Too much brutality to be brave Too much chaos to be clever Too much distraction to be determined
By Leslie Writes3 days ago in Poets
We were meant to be sisters; Equal, supportive, two daughters of one mother and father. We will never be safe from this war splinters.
By Moon Deserta day ago in Poets
"My name is [REDACTED] and I'm here with Ms. [REDACTED]. "She is not bound by any legal obligation or coercion. The information she will share is done of her own free will.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.