House of Two Seasons
I come from a house of secrets, dark and hopeless. Corruption and betrayal rot the foundation.
In the summer, lightening reflects my anger. Electric fingers touch down in the velvety night, pointing the way. I know there is more in the world for me.
In the winter, cosseted inside, breathing the decay, the snow washes the outside world white. I make tracks away.
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WaitsForTheMoon
12:52 Jun 11 2010
This is also very good
I can feel this one
Bloodmother
21:04 Jun 13 2010
Thank you for commenting. Wrote this for a WriteGirl.org anthology. Reflecting my natal home. Thought the teens who we mentor in writegirl might identify.