I am looking forward to improving my writing & connecting with those who also adore writing.
While the rays poured down through the opaque pictures in the sky my name was carried through the summer's breeze. Racing inside my little sunkissed toes galavanted through our kitchen.
By Kassie Kelly2 years ago in Poets
Years spent pushing everything down with clear poison, now bubbling up to the surface. Hurt is now pouring down the face of my mother.