*Note* This is a poem originally intended for my second book of poetry, We Never Get Snow Down Here. The book itself is a collection of poems that tell a story, so this poem will not make full sense without it. However important this poem might have been to the puzzle, I could not include... Continue Reading →
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 →
Klorrie's Corner 