she knew,
and they (never) knew,
that life was too easy sometimes,
that it was just some game to play,
one of childhood crimes
which made memories that would stay.
'we all grow up,'
that much she knew,
but they didn't know, too,
because people who thought deeply were but a small few,
so those who understood that crying ache
never heard,
and she could only fear that she would break.
tears never came,
and so her heart was dry,
but all she could do on days that were the same
was look up at the sky,
which refused to cry onto her drought-ridden fields.
YOU ARE READING
Hearing Anna
Short Storyin which a girl named anna is swept up in a firestorm that burns her down and the aftermath leaves her reeling, because flames leave nothing but a despondent frown filled with a lack of feeling. i. the field ii. the flame iii. the br...
