"As I leaned in to read her, I noticed her bindings were battered and torn from the rushed hands of skimmers before me.
She had elegant pages--composed of soulful writings that had never been touched.
I adjusted my heart and settled in... anticipating the journey of discovering a literary masterpiece. She asked of me merely one thing: "Please read me until the end."
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
Poetry"Things don't always work out the way we hope. You just have to pick yourself up and find a new direction to go in." - Joelle Charbonneau
