Lonely (Page 2)

A white, painted brick wall, with handprints, smears, and splatters of red across it.

Bleeding Out (a poem)

Truth runs red.
Flowing
everywhere.

It cannot be stopped,
held back,
contained.

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A pink, stuffed bunny, with one ear bent backward at the halfway point, and a brown teddy bear, with a red ribbon around its neck, sit side by side on a wet road in pouring rain. The bear's arm is around the bunny's back, and its head is tilted toward the bunny, as if showing compassion and care.

never (a poem)

there are days, seasons
when i am by myself
lost and overwhelmed

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