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  Black Bloom

  

  By Sarah1517, Vashon, WA

  Down from the tracks the stallion came racing Like a cloud pulled by thunder Galloping with the rain. The mud ran like black blood....
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  A Cold Winter's Morning

  

  By Sarah1517, Vashon, WA

  They tell me it was cold. The wind whipped at your hair and tore the words from your lips as you spoke them, the icy rain falling in cascades down your neck. They grey dawn gave little light through the downpour and the sparse souls that could be seen along the streets hurried from cover to cover, a...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Room in the House of Drawn Curtains

  

  By Sarah1517, vashon, WA

  It was old, the room in the house of drawn curtains, where the ghosts of whispers still haunted the deadened halls. The first left from the tattered staircase led to a sagging frame where a door must have once hung, where now stands only black emptiness. A single chord of light dangles on the floor,...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Roses

  

  By Sarah1517, Vashon, WA

  "What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet." – William Shakespeare And sweet it is as sweet could be, For under lovely petals pink, You discover hearts of ink. For thorns protrude from long green stems Clawing and grabbing at your hem...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Indigo

  

  By Sarah1517, Vashon, WA

  The color of silence, The color of shadow, The color of dusk. It whispers its secrets to those to can hear, A soft silken voice, a breath in your ear. Sweet scarlet bells that twinkle and chime Dancing in starlight and skimming a rhyme. Daylight’s end and night’s beginning, When flowers ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Goodnight

  

  By Sarah1517, Vashon, WA

  Goodnight She said through gritted teeth, the wounds of the day still fresh. Goodnight She said, the lie beneath, though pain and grief she nursed. The tears that fell seemed strangely red And the words she spoke were terse. I’m sorry! She cried in Sorrow’s arms. I love you! She ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  These Hands

  

  By Sarah1517, vashon, WA

  These hands Do not belong to me Attached to them lie my wrists But the hands I do not command My eyes see him The boy My boy And my back straightens, stiffens His eyes, wary, brown Find mine Shocking, blue The fingers of the hand curl and straighten, curl and straighten, The hand whose ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Two Brothers

  

  By Sarah1517, vashon, WA

  Time is a funny thing. Sometimes, an hour can take a year, just as a year can turn to an hour. Where are the words to describe Time? In answer there are none. And what for Death? How are we to describe a sensation only the bloodless know about? Time and Death, two opposites of the universe, and yet ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Idle Thoughts

  

  By Sarah1517, vashon, WA

  This life seems so transparent, like pretty pictures painted on smoke. I need to write, I have to write, but I can’t write, can’t think, the words won’t come, I’m left alone with my icy tears, no words, no magic to inspire, no brushes with which to paint my world, my paints are dry, and what...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ninety Four

  

  By Sarah1517, vashon, WA

  94 94, that’s my number, it’s who I am, what I am, I am 94 pounds. 5 foot 6, 6 feet 7, too big, they whisper. That girl is too big. I hear the voices, I hear the words, too big, too fat, she’s tall, she’s ugly. Shocked I turn, turn to confront, turn to attack. Too big, too fat, she’s tall...