Poems from gracelessreverence
"Then her spirit started to stir again. The fire in her belly. The invisible wings on her back twitching,
as though her inside could sense a strong wind.'
---- A Girl Named Grace
I am in a room
alone
Full of friends here to help
me
As they move place to place, I
remain
succombed to any new help or
change
Because...
The night sky brings old affairsto trample my mindinto a heap of despair
The scent of your skinIt warms my mind, hauntinglike a shark...