At the edge of a world afraid,
there rests a place
where the sea collects gems,
weaves them into jewelry,
and adorns them on her beaches
like lives to a bookcase. Continue reading “A Beach Made of Rainbow”
Tag: death
On High
She sat there on the ledge, her feet dangling off. She was in no particular rush. Not that she had anywhere to go. There was nothing left to see. She kicked her invisible legs out like a child does at the edge of a pool and leaned back on her invisible arms. She admired the […]
mack rogers writes 