It was “windows down” kind of weather. I was surprised to see her friendly wave across the street. She looked both ways, aware of traffic.
By HM Violet2 years ago in Fiction
Not this again. I took a deep breath and studied what had by now become routine. “Joana,” I crooned. “Please get out of your sadness…uh, divot, or whatever, and-"
I'd expected the announcement, I hadn't expected the jolly tone. "Annnnnnnd just like that, the world is ending!" The voice resembled that of a perky preschool teacher. "Pack your bags, folks!! We're four hours from freedom!"
We are often asked to share our true stories To break bread with strangers As our unadulterated selves
By HM Violet2 years ago in Poets
Gusts of pure purple Are the compliments that snake Up from your umbrella I watch the clouds with hungry eagerness
On Tuesday she bought you chocolates. On Friday she was gone. You never thanked her for the birthday gift. Nor did you attend her funeral.
By HM Violet2 years ago in Confessions
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