Poems from savanna.carlson.12
We left town before it woke. Before dawn could caress the sky in in shades of orange and pink, before the road became an amalgation of...
She has a full tank of gas, but she's running out of time.
Clutching the wheel, feeling the cancerous tumor of fear spread and creep...
Standing on a precipice, uncertainty resting in my throat with the ever looming promise of turning malignant.
Standing in the back of...
One moment I merely stood,
listening to everything and nothing,
when there you suddenly were.
Small, unimportant, fragile,
and utterly...
She has always found comfort in his eyes. Even when the intimidation started to pound tenfold, when there was a brief moment of startling...