Tabitha Baughman
Stories (4/0)
What would?
What Would? What would become of me if not for the air I breathe? Would I wake no more? Would my voice be ever silenced? Never to be heard again. Never to feel the rise and fall of my chest as my lungs fill with the breath of life. To inhale no more the sweet smells of nature around me. What would be my final breath in this world?
By Tabitha Baughman3 years ago in Poets
Why would?
Why would? Why would so many people follow a bigot? A fear-monger? A racist? A sexist? A xenophobe? A pathological liar? An angry, hate-filled man? A man of no values? A man of no convictions? An untrustworthy man? A man whose word means less than nothing? An uneducated, unworldly man? A conman? A petty man? A vindictive man? A vengeful man? An unforgiving man? An uncultured man? A man who puts ketchup on well-done steak??
By Tabitha Baughman3 years ago in The Swamp