Cold hands knuckle-gripped it,
In foreign lands,
Fluorescent light bearing down,
In a white-washed wasteland,
Quinta
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Prompt on “Tray”, a poem written about the anxiety of finding a seat at lunchtime when you have nowhere to go.
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"His Warmth"
Goosebumps raise with the hairs on my arms,
While his breath threatens to tickle my ears...
"When I fall"
I have dug my own burial,
Lay in the dirt I have created...
Source: https://www.wattpad.com/797650997-headspace-heartache-when-i-fall-4-14-14
Dying Embers -12/28/19
Teaser:
"Like embers from a dying bonfire,
I crackle and cackle at the moon"
Source: https://www.wattpad.com/820820501-headspace-heartache-dying-embers-12-28-19
Fall-like Snow-1/7/2020
Preview:
"Fall light like snow,
Not heavy like rain,
To protect your heart,
With an icy cage"
Source: https://www.wattpad.com/836253726-headspace-heartache-fall-like-snow-1-7-2020