Allie Miranda Writing

I walk away from the dirt, sewn into my clothes Flickered before me, a still silence flows through my mind Dreams linger behind my thoughts ..

How often did Fatigue and depression Trump me? (Your only child, Mind you) I built patience waiting On a stone wall For your car to ..

Shake- in my hands. Sticky- messy- Uncontrollable like that Thinned honey is My world- Seized up Dumb down, Blinding me, ..