Category: Klorrie’s Writing

Field of Despair

Photo from Pexels.com   As the light began to fade, she found herself standing in a tall grassy field with shadows looming over the horizon. The gentle breeze played with her hair as she listened to the sound of the cicadas drown out her thoughts. She wasn’t sure why she was there. She wasn’t even... Continue Reading →

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Looking Back

He was never that guy that made my nerves implode His eyes were like oceans that hold endless horizons. He was a sunny day, and I once soaked in his rays A safe and warm home that I once called my own. He never made me lose any sleep. He never made my appetite weak.... Continue Reading →

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Reminder of What We Were

Old poetry from all those years ago, Awakens feelings in me That won’t let go. I’ve thought a lot about this, Just so you know. I think I understand now What I should have already known. My memory plays tricks on me, but I can not deny what was written in those days in which... Continue Reading →

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We Never Get Snow Down Here

I watch with the morbid curiosity that comes with being twelve as they carry your body out of your apartment. The blanket is sliding off your corpse as they struggle to get you down the stairs. What happened to body bags? You helped me make cupcakes once. Cupcakes for my school bake-off sale. Now you're... Continue Reading →

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