Poems from ashleigh.mcvey
The road almost meets the skyas I drive my tiny green caracross the bridge.
Its like I can imagine my car fallingoff into the oblivion...
Hand in hand
we walk towards our doom.
The watchful eyes,
the hushed smiles,
the gossiping covered
by grimy hands
that watched...
We talked about heading outto the swamp landand discovering what itmeant to be free, even if itwas inside of the national park.
Everglades...
The house has gone quiet again;my body started to wake up atthe sudden difference in volume.
I wasn't sure why the quiet wasthe reason I...
I miss you is a foreign phrasein our relationship;I won’t say it,you won’t feel it.
I read a quote the other day,maybe this morning,or...