Elma Writing

Her long, straight hair in varied lengths, is shinier than her eyes; petrified mahogany. It is a pendant pouring from a root beer crown, a ..

Where are you blue? Caught up in the noonday altitude, capsized in a comma. Rung through the jagged edge of a bluebell. Are you rotten with a..

Stand up! came the cry and we felt the inner light singe our hearts Stand up! we saw the cinders on the page but it is so much easier to..