Before Her Accident

April 11, 2013

Trees of red and orange burst from the ground like fireworks. Leaves shatter underfoot of plaid-wearing passersby. Wind sweeps across a young woman’s face to pull a strand of hair from her polished chignon into her eyes as she rushes to grab her five dollar latte. she snarls at it then shoves the strand behind her ear- To no one: “Can’t you see I don’t have time for this?”

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CaitlynBergman

Hi, I'm Caitlyn. I'm twenty years old and I was born and raised in Orange, California. Right now, I live in Austin, Texas (if you've never been, COME! It's a must-see) and going to school at Concordia University Texas studying English. I've always had a fascination with words. One of my professors (I owe him so much) encouraged me to start my own poetry, and I guess you'd say the rest is history! I prefer writing free verse and draw from my own life experiences and observations. To me, poetry is my way of trying to figure out what the universe is saying to me and capturing it using the most precise words possible.

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