Poems from SummerStorm

She had never been very perceptive. Her body knew weeks before she did that he had been coming near, Making her palms dampen and neck...
Life is a glasshalf full of something or otherYet empty of something elseAnd no one can quite agree on whichOr remember that reallyIt’s...
My teacher once told me The snow absorbs sound And that is why in winter When the air is cold And comes out in puffs The world is silent...
The faces fade to ash Photographs discolored to the sickly yellow Of rotting buttercups and stagnant sunlight Captured in dust-coated...
Fire cackles, shadows dancealong the walls ina twisted waltz with the smokethat storms your lungs and ashthat tastes like death on your...

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