Mar 2013
Silence
Deafening and
Destructive
The water begins to pour
The pitcher tips over
And down
There is a puddle on the floor
He looks at my offering with fury
Why does he turn rain into hurricanes?
Pissant.
He needs to learn how to swim.
~Christa E. Cannon
Deafening and
Destructive
The water begins to pour
The pitcher tips over
And down
There is a puddle on the floor
He looks at my offering with fury
Why does he turn rain into hurricanes?
Pissant.
He needs to learn how to swim.
~Christa E. Cannon
I was very young when I wrote this; not yet 18, still in high school. But it always bring a smile to my face when I look back on it.
(North Hollywood, CA)
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