Poems from JanelleSpiers
She lay in the ashes, cold and fair,
With light eyelashes and golden hair.
Cinders, sisters, spinsters, blisters,
Haunted the dreams of the...
The water ripples silently
Like all my thoughts combined,
I listen for the creak of oars;
Such sound I cannot find.
You’ve been away too...
Words flow through my veins like blood;
I feel them pulse and quiver through.
When my tongue is thick and mouth runs dry,
I will write the...