Summer Fire

She rises

from the

broken, smoking ruins

of

my dreams.

With

knife in hand

and

lovely eyes

she cuts away

my screams.

And every fantasy I’ve had

And all my secret schemes

Are ripped from me

and cast beside

the

ragged, busted seams.

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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