Haunted
i figured your absence would be the hardest part but with each coming night it’s more evident that mother nature plays no role in how…
Author: Stella Rose
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It’s Over, Isn’t It?
“It’s over, isn’t it?” It doesn’t feel over, but then again, I’ve never died before. I don’t know which wound hurts the most: the big,…
This Apple Tree
It was beneath this apple tree that I first saw him. It’s just as vivid now: the pale yellow, beat-up acoustic perched in his lap…
We Don’t Belong
“What we had was special, but I wouldn’t call it love.” I’m puzzled. “Of course it was love.” I stare up at the twinkling stars…
Carved in Stone
it’s easy to believe the words etched in marble, carved in stone; their inanimate nature overshadowed by bold, certain strokes indestructible in form, easier to…
The End, Again
It’s almost as though I sense the end days before it actually arrives. On the way to see him, I peer out my window and…