VOICES CARRY

Echoed voices Borne of a southern breeze Return and linger long enough To fill up her senses Before drifting away Out over the sea To some far off Distant shore Where if fate would have it They may touch again Bringing renewed faith In the power of this love Breaking all barriers Crossing oceans of

LEFT BEHIND

She sat in the corner, listening to the deafening sound of silence, the room cold and dark, but for the faint amber glow of the accent lamp that illuminated the edge of her desk. She looked at the untouched plate of food and her stomach recoiled at the sight. She needed to get rid of

FAIRYTALES AND NIGHTMARES

Too much to stomach Antipathy rising like bile Laced with angst Secreted in pain Bitter to taste Impossible to swallow Choking near to death On damage controlled I love you The source of suffering Seemingly never ending While they live in harmony Perfectly happy ever after ©2011 Jill Terry

LITTLE GIRL LOST

I wanted so much to believe she as sincere, that some small shred of her former self still remained. But as I stood across from her on the other side and watched her nod to her friend just a few feet away, who on cue, inconspicuously raised her Droid and snapped several photos of the

BLAME SHIFTING

She walked into the room Not knowing what day it was Every aspect of her life Seemingly a blur A swirling mass of chaos Contemptuous vibes Hanging heavy in the air Filling her lungs with every breath Feeling as if she were choking to death Once again the truth was told Falling on the same

LIFE IN MONO