It’s 2:00 am, and I’m bent over the sink, sucking mango off the stone, juice running down my forearms and dripping onto yesterday’s dirty dishes. Seventy-two moth carcasses fill the garbage can in their crumpled Kleenex shrouds.
Tag Archives: Loss
And Still the Planet Burns
We must evacuate alike; we all will suffer loss, equal now if only in our devastation. Our memories go up in smoke as we flee. What are we running to? There is no future.
Darkness Lingers
All the love I’ve experienced
Has felt like pain
Like a bolt of lightning
Through a warm spring rain
The Things We Leave Behind
A diverse and engaging anthology, The Things We Leave Behind will resonate with a wide variety of readers. I found myself drawn in from the opening line.
Quietly Important
She’s quietly important, but
She’s on the brink
I can feel her slipping away
Aly Writes 