A pencil portrait of a close friend and former neighbor. Her warm smile and bright eyes always had a kindness and humor to them, and I wanted to capture that feeling in graphite.
[Trigger Warning] This poem contains metaphoric descriptions of sexual violence and may be distressing for some individuals. They told the garden child her blooms were all she’d need: no rain, just sh
Moments slip like grain through grasping hands. Dreams drift like mist under waking skies. Reach now — before dawn forgets your name. I wrote this poem as a reminder to myself that time is fleeting.
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