Tag: Photograph

stripped my pride

   He closed his eyes and sighed Powerless to change the course I clicked my heels but didn’t disappear He went off instead into the netherworld I cried Stripped my pride There was no stride He was gentle and small The fuzziest cheese curd Nothing but love Why […]

Baby we were born to run

Baby we were born to run It’s a perfectly quaint, slightly dark nostalgic room like a 1950s pharmacy. The bottles on the cabinet sure seemed like old-school items to lift her spirits. It wasn’t her home. It never would be. It was now or never to break free. […]