Every Spring I awaken,
And the water is still.
The grass is growing greener,
And she’s soothed me through the nightmares.
As the cherry blossoms begin to form,
I go somewhere.
I go to him.
A marble statue,
Sitting on a throne.
He’s cold to the touch,
And his voice induces chills.
I close my eyes and hold my breath,
While his tight grip leaves indents on my skin
I don’t leave until the water starts to rise,
And the grass begins to whither.
Until I’m dismissed with his approving nod,
Until I’ve place my spirit in the palm of his hand
Like some sick sacred offering.
Then I lay still in my bed,
And I wait and I sleep,
Until it’s Spring again.
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Published by Alanna Higdon
Hey! I'm Alanna.
I've been writing poetry and short fiction stories since I was in middle school. I'm now 23 and have graduated college. I want to take this time to share all of my creative writing with others who have similar interests. I'm starting this blog to explore new prompts and ideas. My biggest passion is poetry but I have a love for any and all types of writing.
While I use this blog to share my writing, I'm also hoping to explore freelance writing opportunities. I can't wait to start publishing my writing on here!
A little bit more about me, I was born on the west coast but have lived on the east coast for most of my life. I graduated from college in 2019 as a Sociology major. I'm a lover of cats, coffee, horror movies, rollercoasters, night time walks! You can always follow me on my Instagram for more information and daily updates!
-Alanna
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much!
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Such a pleasure 🍁
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Enchanting piece that really sweeps the reader through all emotions, from the chills of winter depression to the uplifting warmth of oncoming spring 🙂
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