Tag Archive: Paris

In the Grip

Morning rises still Tears of last night keep flowing The open wound wakes.   The world watches us Our faces, candles, flags wave We mourn in spotlight.   Will peace ever come? Hope, courage thrive in the day But night renews… Continue reading

Cauchemar Insondable

I cannot feel outside of me A strangling takes hold Nightmare sounds in pops and crash My eyes are clamped tight The sirens blare in my head A crippling pain in my chest… Continue reading

DPchallenge: Dialogue

“What’s this?” she asked confused. “Look at it,” he replied with a slight smirk. She didn’t like that smirk. “It looks like jewelry,” she stated flatly. Suddenly she felt a shock in her… Continue reading