Ezra Hernandez sped down the highway going 100 mph, heart pounding in her ears and vaguely aware her hands were bleeding from her…
You were the light in a dark-shadowed world,
Hues of blue so therapeutic to you.
Soothing sand and a secretly satisfying symphony
Alone and alluring
Thrice you have killed a Mockingjay, so vile
A Crown of Thorns
By Erin Contreras
In the sweet serenity she cries. Why?
I spoke to Freedom
I knew that Freedom was near
All I do is win
I have no other choice right ?
Tight like the rubberband in her wrist
Emma clung to hope