Read Time ↠2 minutesA free verse poem about dreams, fantasies, darkness, love, and the pursuit of one’s self. Though it ends (now) on a dark note, I don’t believe this to be the end of the speaker’s adventure. Pursing one’s self takes time and is not always pleasant.
Read Time ↠< 1 minuteTime passed but the storm did not. The unruly blizzard grew increasingly worse as we fought our way through the knee-high snow. Our bodies froze to the storm’s will. It howled and screamed as it scratched at our exposed faces—reopening blistering wounds that had veined across our cheeks.