The light from the overhead cracked mirror was fading fast, the dark clouds swirling to a crescendo, plotting to let loose a deluge, trickling down either cheek.
Goodbye, she waves to the home she left beside her own — standing atop broken dreams; blood pools beneath her feet and her tender heart need room, big room to make huge mistakes.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
