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
