Lessons In Elocution Poem by Charlotte Ballard
Lessons In Elocution
The wind tore back her hair from her face, while leaving the tears still in place. She stares at me, pleading in her fingertips, lifted halfway between me and heaven, and still I don’t speak. One step backward, and she falls, the wind pushing up her pink tulle dress, the one she wore the night our son died. The cliff hides the rest of my life from me.
(This is only a writing exercise.)
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