EvieC

Those writings that I do become like a therapy.

Each word written, each sentence made,

and even after that, it’s still not the same-

Time and time again of the worry someone will see those little writings.

Her tears leave her face, dripping down her chin..

The picture burning in the fireplace,

The flames curl around the tinted picture.

The lighter thrown on the floor, far away from where it once was.