Memories fragile, ripped away
a stretch, reaching for-was it something
I said? Was it what I did? I can’t remember.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
Memories fragile, ripped away
a stretch, reaching for-was it something
I said? Was it what I did? I can’t remember.