This poem came out of nowhere. I was taking a walk, imagining stories in my head, and it just hit me in the face.
One of my friends lent me Ararat by Louise Gluck last week and I think it changed my life. Everything looks the same from the outside–same job, same breakfast foods–but something’s different, even if I can’t articulate exactly what that means.
I don’t usually publish poems at night. Sweet dreams and thanks for reading.
–Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
The poems that come to me in that way usually end up being my favorites. Great write! 🙂
Thank you! That’s how we know we are writers at our core. It’s in our blood.
this is great. In plain enligsh is speaks beyond just the body but a time where there is so much more to us than what reflects back at us in a mirror. Thank you for publishing at night. I think you should do it more often.
Thank you so much. I’m honored! Also, I quite enjoyed the nighttime write. I just might give it another go soon 🙂
Beautiful writing from a beautiful young lady. I am proud to call you daughter.
beautiful in a melancholic way
Thank you