elementia
Fault Line
By Rachel FranklinNine in the morning
And the crack between us widens.
A low rumbling starts in my chest
Where my heart used to be,
Growing louder and stronger until
I’m shaking
With silent rage.
Writing as a Form of Escape
By Rachel FranklinThey say I write to escape
That I let the words flow like droplets of water
Swept along in a strong current
Tumbling
Gushing
To get away.
Plea for Goodness
By Rachel FranklinThe world is a spinning ball of darkness when there is no light.
The answers are hidden in a lying mess when there is no truth.
The happiness is crying mournful tears when there is no joy.
The bravery is retreating from its fears when there is no strength.