Death on Holiday

I shrank back, pushing his hands away. As my brother glanced nervously at me, I rolled over. I didn't want to see him, or more accurately, I didn't want him to see me like this. I knew deep down I was a mess. But there was no way I could be cured. How could I be happy and go on with my life like nothing had happened...

Poems

This is a collection of poems I've been writing recently. Hope you enjoy! They are mostly haiku or free verse. *ALERT* Trapped is a poem that some people may find a little distressing. Please do not read if you are upset by death-like poems. Thank you!