SpitA Poem by Sarah Wilson
She spit out the blood
and laughed. A million memories lifted her to her feet. Power of will. Too many cracks healed. She's waiting for time to tell her if the bricks will hold. Can't silence it. Can feel the foundation trembling. She holds up the wall. Just a little longer. Light a match. Make a fire. Keep the engine churning.
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5 Reviews Added on May 1, 2016 Last Updated on May 1, 2016 AuthorSarah WilsonAboutLove to write and trying to get back into it. Mostly write fantasy and want to find out what kinks i need to work out in my writing. (I know my grammar is awful, always has been.) more..Writing
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