Christina Hefton

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Yeah, this is my biography. Read it, judge it, whatever, but I published these poems for a reason; and that wasn't to ask for pity. more »

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The Storm

The sheets are untouched,
My room is pitch black but
For less than a pink glow through the blinds.
I can’t stop thinking about your face...
Every time I say your name.
My pulse whirrs from steady susurration
To a surging intensity.
I hold the phone in my hand, too afraid to call;
The rain spills onto my window and melts to the ground,
The thunder shouting because it can’t get to me,
And I know I’m about to call you
And break your heart.

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