The Body“Keep it together, newbie,” hissed Todd Fletcher, staring at her with his steely gray gaze, telling her to hold it together and not to let the other officers see the horror or repulsion she felt at that moment as she looked over the body. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, Imogen took a deep breath and tried to remain as calm as possible. This was her first proper case, and she didn’t want anyone t...
I catch my gazeIn silvered glassWatching who I seeI tilt my headFrom side to sideMaking sure it’s meIs there beauty?Hard to sayI know the face so wellReach my handTo one outstretchedFlesh meets solid coolOlive skinDark curly hairToned figure, real hipsEyes of chocolate brownDark browsFurther down, full lipsSeeing (my own?) image thereBoth blessed and lately cursedWanting to believe And yetDon’t mirrors show reverse?
lost in a world,where no one can find me,where I can't find myself.I go in search of me.in body and soul,I wander afar.over rough roads,stormy watersand dark clouds.through distant uncharted galaxiesand countless unknown timelines.my companionswicked sorrow,spiteful revengeand heartless pain.with death,always a step behind.patiently waiting for the day,it will be called upon,to play its part.before I find myself.
