My fingers burned,
as the gust took you;
each jump and stretch fell short.
Red soared,
shrank to a pinprick—
then nothing.
I said I’d hold on;
I failed you.
Whispers from the Mirror: More Confessional Poems to Face…
Lipstick Boy
resisted your masculine pressure
Cold Inheritance
in the end you finally broke my heart
You Blinded Me
from your diseased spirit
Whispers from the Past: More Childhood Memories to Revisit…
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Whispers without Rules: More Free Verse Poems to Wander…
Suffocated at Birth
ravaged minds saw my death