Pale yellow like her hair, it feels as though she has always been there. Shrinking slowly underneath her skin, don’t let it out; never let them in. I once called her “mellow yellow,” and we…
It began with a story from another realm that was but was not real, Stirring up so many emotions that I do not know how to feel. There was once a little girl who…
I got a bowling ball in my stomach; I got a desert in my mouth. Figures with my stubbornness, that I’d go down South. Walking down the path that leads to all the backstreets,…
Looking inwards at this hidden battle buried withi like lost treasures of the psyche in realms long pushed down. Soaked in pain and covered in sin, Light shines on long-forgotten repressed places for which I…
“When Little Children Roam the Streets as the Dead” by Lesley Michelle Patterson AKA Lady Opaque from WritingBeautifully.com Samhain — Halloween — All Hallows Eve — Poetry by Lesley Michelle Patterson AKA Lady Opaque from WritingBeautifully.com — “When Little Children Roam the Streets as…
I’ve always been raised to love my family, but this bond goes far beyond blood. It reaches into the realms of eternity, it drowns me just like a flood. I’ve faced my greatest fears for…
(Honorable Winner in Poetry Contest on AllPoetry.com)By Lesley M. Patterson AKA Lady Opaque – June 2018 Why do you make me feel this way? Like a shadow in the night, you’ve robbed the light of day. …
