Ready?

She bit her nails Brimming with vexation As the clock stroked twelve The defining moment had come to pass Was she still a girl Or a woman, at last She picked up the stick and read the clear words Still feeling like a girl Although in nine months time She was going to bring life…

Disillusion

In this revolving sphere We focus on the fleeting Adoring the momentary Praising the temporary Beauty and greed rule this domain Causing some to trek a never-ending pilgrimage for the fountain of youth Wasting minutes and years to halt the progression of their shell. Some seek to claim a spot on top of a hill…

Complete

With three knocks at the door She knew he had arrived Her parents told her this day would come That the man would appear But she didn’t see him on their last day She thought about not opening the door but her soul told her she had to She twisted the doorknob and removed the…