Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2012
Some buzz of commotion, she watched the world whirl around her head.
I'm sure she stuck her head in a tin of holy water, and pulled her face out fast.
Her hands withered in the sun.
Now, there's only one thing left to be done.
Ana Kruscic
Written by
Ana Kruscic  Canada
(Canada)   
558
   Joshua R Laird and Timothy
Please log in to view and add comments on poems