I Reach Out To Touch His Cheek

Smiling Is Mostly About Smiling More.

When I Break Into The Clearing, She's On The Ground, Hopelessly Entangled In A Net. She Just Has The Time To Reach Her Hand Through The Mesh And Say My Name Before The Spear Enters Her Body.

She Must Have Really Loved Him To Leave Her Home For The Seam. I Try To Remember That When All I Can See Is The Woman Who Sat By, Blank And Unreachable, While Her Children Turned To Skin And Bones. I Try To Forgive Her For My Father's Sake. But To Be Honest, I'm Not The Forgiving Type.

I Reach Out To Touch His Cheek And He Catches My Hand And Presses It Against His Lips.

Kind People Have A Way Of Working Their Way Inside Me And Rooting There.