Poems from Sara Almodovar

Freedom takes on various forms like fake friends do, They change based on who they take a liking to. When I am alone in a quiet place is...
As red falls, I can’t help but cry for days. The five stages, a sign of hope, seems fake.How can you be happy when all decays? When you...
The pain is like a cold, sharp knife It is twisted, stuck in my heart; The pain is like a frozen land The frostbite sears right through my...