Joined January 2023
Just letting the constant stream of words flow….
Newborn innocence Dusty, shriveled, old decay The passage of time
A Stop Along The Path
Amira was dreaming. “That’s your cue!” Stomach in knots. Her cue? Which play is this? What’s my part? Sweating and dizzy. She barely walks to center stage and with a SLAM- she’s face down. Just as she feared. Snickering, judgement. Humiliation.