Why is it, when our desire is to be…
cupping my mug, I sip memories of…
Inspired by Tamyka Bell’s one-line prompt “Escape”
Mania on the one side,depression on the other,with me, caught up in the middle,of the war, within my mindand how can I ever escape?
Apartment walls contractMy thoughts…
However I tried to hide, to flee, he taunted: “You’ll never escape from me.”
Whenever the world becomes a dark and scary place,I find…