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Joe Morrison Sep 2019
Hiding for her life seeing the devil coming to get her,
Knowing that one day she will be caught by him.
One day soon she will be dead because of what he has done.
Going into the closet knowing that someone would not find her there.
Devil sneaking, Growling,
Hunting for his prey.
Getting warmer
Warmer
Go run little girl, you will die if you do not go find somewhere else to hibernate
Joe Morrison Sep 2019
The shore pulls me into its beauty
Ocean for miles is all I see.
Feet first
Then waist
Neck deep in the salty water
It pulls me in its embrace
It holds me
It holds me so tight that I start to panic
Pushing and pulling the current goes.
Trying so hard to gasp for air. I’m drowning
In my own despair.
Knowing that this is it
The end for me
Everything goes black
When I feel as If I am done.
I felt secure.
I open my eyes, feeling the hot sand
Embracing me instead of the salty liquid that almost ended me.
Looking around, I see this warm yellowy figure
It looks at me with the desire to help me.
I finally get up, not looking back.
Until it completely disappears into the distance
Now left alone with my thoughts
I try to tell myself that I’m alright
I am alright
Joe Morrison Sep 2019
I, too, sing equality

I am the inferior ***
They say I can’t do it
When it comes to work
But I laugh.
And try harder
And grow strong.

Tomorrow
I’ll be at the table
With the men
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me.
“That’s a man’s job”
Then

Besides
They’ll see how powerful I am
And be ashamed

I, too, am equal

— The End —