Wet With Tears

By Thomas R. Bates I cannot get out of my head, Nor do I necessarily want to, The image of the one time you Wept, eyes red, wet with tears, During those last weeks of your Painfully slow decline into death. You seemed to face it and accept it So stoically without any regrets, But … Continue reading Wet With Tears

To Still Exist

By Molly Ketcheson   Sometimes she woke up crying.  In her dreams, the Blank Year still existed. Or so Annie presumed whenever she was dragged from sleep with heaving sobs but no recollection of why the tears ran down her cheeks. She wasn't sure if she was crying because the memory was devastating or simply … Continue reading To Still Exist