Hailstorm.

A demon like, or skeleton winged statue. A statue of a winged demon.
Photo by Donovan Reeves on Unsplash

Hailstorm.

She never wished war.

She had heard it all before.

Guns blaze: she ducks, and she curls in a ball.

This is exactly what she warns, as she falls.

She falls.

Night calls.

Dreams don’t come often —

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Simply put, I write poetry. Each poem, representative of segments from my own life experiences. With hopes— they may resonate with my fellow human. Thank you.

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Simply put, I write poetry. Each poem, representative of segments from my own life experiences. With hopes— they may resonate with my fellow human. Thank you.