by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
By Joanne Eskreis He sleeps…. Ever so quiet, so still Like a river without a breeze Birds resting quietly Among the stillness within the trees. I watch him, I feel his peace I study the features of his face. Gently, softly touching his body Waiting to feel his strong embrace….