Her heart was racing As she walked the walk of shame Up to the board to present. Her teeth chatter…
What is it like to fear? What is it like to trust? Why are you there? Just leave me be.…
Baby face, soft embrace Autumn leaves blown in your face A smile repeated a thousand times; Tired, somber, happy crying…
Fiery tentacles Stretching their way up and around Blackened and collapsing trees Bright red, orange, and yellow Ashy smoke…
Betsy Bacot-AignerBetsy Bacot-Aigner
