Billowing clouds overshadow the hot. hot. sun.

Wind going wherever it’s blowing                                                                                                         Turning and twisting weeping willow limbs                                                                                     Brittle leaves complaining loudly                                                                                                           Crunching. Munching. Underneath my toes.                                                                                       Lifting my face becoming a conduit of grace                                                                                   Glance away from me or else you’ll be                                                                                                   Caught up in my nightmare longing to be free.


Author: Katestrawberry

I am a published author and writer/editor available for hire. I create abnormal, strange, and sometimes slightly erotic poetry. Crazy Girl. Creative Genius.

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