She burst into my room,
Hot and red.
Her anger bubbling and seething,
Frothing beneath the surface,
Before running over and
Filling the room
With its scalding touch.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Haikus
PoetryThese will be poems and haikus and such that I either come up with on my own, or for my creative writing class. I will also have things that I've created from a wonderful website called Storybird. Artful storytelling they call it. You should go chec...
