Poems from mary cassandra

my head is bursting with ideas and images and emotions that i can only begin to express with words. this is my collection.
the howling wind a blinding crack of white splitting through the night sky. stinging raindrops began pelting the ground; the small bird dug...
she blinks, eyes blank. crushed memories shards of glassy dreams. the bitter gall of disappointment chokes down her throat like thorns, and...
what people said was never louder than the dialogue that colored my mind. it is always there. it always speaks without making a sound but...
at the frosty windowpane, a small fog of breath escapes the sanguine lips of a youthful, lonely lover.small drops of condensation form...
every three seconds, the faucet drips. it makes a small plinking sound in the accumulated puddle. there hasn't been anyone to turn it off...

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