They gave me wings of down and wax;I soared into the sky.The flames blazed hotAgainst…
He couldn’t see that we were people.We were merchandise and he was a consumer.We were things.
Sticky, damp, and sweatyI need a little breakJust a touch of coolA breath
“It’s just a joke.”“Don’t be a prude.”My tears are like a flood.“Ugh. Don’t you ever have any fun?”I’m bleeding on the floor.“Quit…
I grew up on a mountain overlooking the Thompson River in British Columbia. The wind used to race along the river valley as if it…