A little anguish settles in
fills the grout lines of my soul
with quicksand determination
and I float along on a single cynical tile
wondering if there is movement
beyond the breaking.
By Heidi Turner
A little anguish settles in
fills the grout lines of my soul
with quicksand determination
and I float along on a single cynical tile
wondering if there is movement
beyond the breaking.
By Heidi Turner