Poetry

4 AM (Poetry)

4 AM

By Kira A. Moore

 

Last,

Chances.

 

Broken,

Promises.

 

Last,

Call.

 

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Creative Writing

Bella 5 (Flash Fiction)

The air was brazenly cold, though neither of the two seemed to notice. Their eyes were locked upon the other, faces flush with the heat of emotion.

 

“She shouldn’t have to suffer for our mistakes.”  Belladonna struck an imposing figure; blonde – white hair swept back over her shoulders, held in place with a dozen gleaming pins; eyes of ice blue seemed to crackle with the force of her intelligence and willpower. Just watching her, she seemed larger than her claimed five foot two height. 

 

Jerrico once again found himself impressed by her strength and determination, though there were times like these when he desperately wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her.

“Sending her back is no suffrage compared to what she will face if she remains.” He was beginning to sound like an echo even to himself. Then again, he had been saying the same thing, in one form or another, for days now.

 

“This is the only home she has ever known,” Belladonna hissed. This wasn’t the first time for her either and she had to hold her hands together to keep from smacking one against the other to punctuate her words. “Now you want to send her someplace where she will be an outcast. She’ll be forced to hide who and what she is. How is that not suffering?”

 

He hated himself even as he spoke the words. 

 

“Would you rather she be claimed by the Queen?”

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Maya angelou quote 113

Rememberance

In Rememberance

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