Poems from SassyRed

ghastly silence crept in like high tide in spring. flooding. subduing. spilling over echoes of playful banter. one, two, buckle my shhh...
It’s much too dangerous to think about passion. Not the chintzy, wussified run-of-the-mill slag kin to the sappy dronings of today’s...
When we climb off that pedestal that we so often erect in our honor... When we pause to consider the convictions of those around us even...
I contend not with men and their rhetoric, but with self and its defiance to the greatness that is alive in me. I contend not with the...
I touched him and the bane of all I knew, hope to know and would ever know came alive. It felt like, atoms dancing on the backdrops of...

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