WEdneSdaY'S cHiLd

Faith's Diary

A comet struck the shelter.
His zealot eyes pierced mine.
Sunlight appeared, sunlight on crack.
Crazy reds with long fingers. I had
a dose of reality that night;
As his mouth struck my mouth
again and again.

Cynthia M.

TouCH - {bluebell prompt}

her flesh,
a lonely beach
she yearns to be touched
instead, hot tears
like soft rain becomes music
to her pain
each night

fills her heart
pouring into her soul~
tells her heart's story

where love should be
insecurity holds her
her joy
hoping to be
fed


Cynthia