Vivid Stories

The slow moving wind sweeps the silent valley Fresh cut grass clippings dance by. Vivid blue sky With just a few wispy clouds Off in the distance. The close line is set up Fresh washed sheets wave hello A tub with chilling water sits close A splash and slosh Drops of water everywhere! Behind a sheet She dries her clean body off Smelling of a sweet spring day

It’s coming from each sideI can feel it surround meChoking, suffocating I can’t see it, yet still it’s there A thousand tiny hands Holding, pressing Pinning me where I stand I can’t understand it Confusing, condemning Where reality and fantasy touch The blurry border I walk Twisting, turning Never-ending agony Burning my thoughts and dreams Searing, scarring The guilt is overwhelming Staining my world red Blurring, shapin...