Author Archives: Tricia Sankey
WARNING: Today’s poem is spooky. Hope you enjoy!!!
Let me go
Those were the cat days,when we crept silently to bed, it was folly to expectan apology, and now we’re both tiredof this love story respawned – 9 lives spent incaptivity to who was rightand counting wrongs – and our pain crept SOCLOSEto the edge, and then I fell – It’s so hard to land onContinue reading “Catch”