HOUSE FIRE, ONLY ONE VICTIM, WHAT WAS SHE SAVING?By Annie Barry
Embers in my hair, black dust getting to my lungs. Red, yellow, purple, blue fire in front of me, behind me, beside me. Above and below me. Within me.
Escaping This PlaceBy Michelle Lascon
This is not my place.
The smile I wear is fake.
Constantly fighting to escape your
The proof of my struggles remains on
Through tears in the dark I turn over
A stranger, a monster, lying next to me