You Are Not Alone
Her clothes were dripping, her arms hung lifeless. I screamed a noise I didn't hear as blood thumped in my ears.
Her clothes were dripping, her arms hung lifeless. I screamed a noise I didn't hear as blood thumped in my ears.
We just rolled over a fresh new year. Our twentieth year of being back in this small community and still my least favorite question often plagues me.
We mark time in hours, days, years, life events and even death. For me time is marked by the changes in my family.