Chalk lines on pavement once meant hopscotch; now, they outline the bodies. Orphaned backpacks of bulletproof fabrics litter the vibrant halls, while the children line up in clouds to get fitted for angel wings. On the wall: "NOTICE: Heaven is running low on size '7T'" A little girl wonders if they come in a pony theme... As a nation, paralyzed … Continue reading Unchanged
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Bring me Home
Cradle me with palms of silk Give me something I can't will. I am your sheep among the land I need your guidance, and your hand. I walk along a broken road I set upon so long ago, And without you, now, I must admit It's been so hard to travel it. So sing to … Continue reading Bring me Home
Fading
And the world moved around her In a way she could not follow The beings spoke The children laughed And she sat Under the darkest light Trying to exist But fading
The Truth Will — Eyes + Words
3/7/2019 “The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.” – David Foster Wallace Photo by Lena Bell via The Truth Will — Eyes + Words
