Poems from mallybjork
Aspiring follower of God
Northwestern College
English Teaching Major
Track & Field Athlete
Minimalist
Word lover
The gun fires and
instinct takes over
as I attack out of the blocks,
a mighty grizzly hunting my prey,
powerful arms swinging
back and...
Laughter drips from our mouths,
like honey, sweetening
the room
The sporadic rise and fall of my chest
mimics our buzzing as it bounces...
I plod along pristine sidewalks
in this utopian town,
craving the crisp crunch
of leaves under my sneakers,
but they’ve all been swept...
I was four when you
first became sad.
Mom says that’s why you
came to live with us.
The doctors call it depression.
I call it dementors...
Remember that Friday night
when we drove my little sister’s
silver Impala to Little Clear Lake
on winding gravel roads
but almost didn’t...