A Kiss Forgotten.

Anna covered her ears with her hands. She was sixteen but felt as helpless as a six-year-old. Her parents’ fighting filtered through her closed door, her hands. She closed her eyes and hummed, but she couldn’t block them out. She knew this could go on for hours and she couldn’t stand it, not for another … More A Kiss Forgotten.

Whole.

I fell head first crazy fast into the hole inside your heart. (A micro poem by Rochelle Sharpe.)