Antonia of Queen Street, sits just underneath the harsh light of the donut shop watching people enter and exit the 24 hour business. Her red hair is draped around her long slender neck and what remains of her purple dress is tucked underneath her not so slender body. With every person who enters the store…
Month: June 2019
Night- Poem
To be afraid of the night sky is an irrational fear. Yes, perhaps for those with lit souls, an unlit sky will bring unease. Their wax hearts pumping blood. Running through their veins, Ambition, Solace, Peace. Yet for a heart unlit, barred by iron ores and, Chained with dread An unlit sky brings comfort,…