Posted in Poetry, Prose

To Take Her Picture

I wanted
to take her picture
to brag to my friends
that she was someone
I knew,
She denied me
that pleasure,
forcing me
to remember her
in the glory of that moment,
her image burned
onto my retina
like silver crystals
on my mind’s



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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