The opening credits were starting to roll When a crack of lightAnd a shadow emerged from the doorA few seconds of silence—A lifetime too short—Before the gun Started to roarWith the ...
In the hourglasscurve of my waste-line time is fallingfaster thanI want to let it go.One grain at a timebuilds a mountainslipping thoughtthe crack betweenthe glassthe weight of yearsin sand fallsto my ...
Popcorn.the smell wafts amid cotton candyand balloons floatingtethered by ribbon to the wrist of a five-year-oldgirl who's other hand,though sticky, is clutchedby her mothernavigating through crowdssummer sun warming anopen-concrete areasomeone drops ...