Childhood came upon her Like a vicious, winged thing – It stalked her by day, And by night, it’s shadow Draped her in dread. It seemed like it would be her death, But in a flurry of wings and teeth, Her and the monster breathing harsh In the agonizing dance of predator and prey, It…
Nothing was ever so perfectAs that little town,Sheltered by treesAnd caressed by the windOff the freshwater sea.I would have chosen itA thousand times over—If only my childhood homeHad not been a wildfire. Nothing was ever so sweetAs the first blossom of friendship,Blooming at lastWhen the smoke of calamity cleared.I could have strolled that garden,Forever lost…