I scream in silence, as ghosts taunt me from within
I’m but a tormented soul, who’s dried and cracked
And with no release for my emotions, I suffocate
Written for #3lineThursday Year Two Week Four.
Synapses surge. Neurons meet, electric. Her mind becomes (alive)
With images that make her writhe inside [fear all consuming]
Lights: Off, on, off, on, off, ….. On. Safe, for now.
Written for #3line Thursday Year Two: Week Three
Terror falls like a brick on my chest
My beating heart, the only measure of time
“Hush now, they’re coming.”
Written for #ThreeLineThursday Week Forty-Four.
Photo by: Adriana
My soul sings our song
As the morning stretches its wings
If I die today, at least I’ll be with you
Written for #3LineThursday
My entry for this week’s #threelinethursday.
Bird winged wishes, childhood dreams
Whispered sweet nothings caught in the wind
Swept away to summer’s end
My #3linethursday entry.
Darkness tries to settle
In the hearts of the cold
But hope burns bright in the heavens
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My Three Line Thursday entry.
Whispering winds tell
tall tales of broken winged dreams
washed in salty tears