elena winters Poems
i picture stepping outside in the frosty air
the wind cracks my face like sidewalk cement
on the other side of the street there's a pale man
begging for coins under the light that shines above him
next to a woman wrapped in a torn cloth with the look
of desperation in her icy blue eyes i quickly turn to walk
away with that image sealed inside my mind
i picture being that little girl whose mother
is so strung out and willing to give up anything
for a rock even the apartment which led
me to sleeping on cardboard pads i picture
having to walk the cold ...
Tell Me A Story
hello murder whats your story?
well i killed my mother and two little sisters around 3: 00 in the morning with a sludge hammer
when everyone was asleep i wacked them twice in the head. They died instantly
hi murder whats your story?