the wind
cries her name
hollow as dying drums
dead before their time
grey skies scream
like walls of graffiti
the little wayward saint
whispers
from the shell
of alice
Author notes
I saw a homeless family recently, the little one was still in my head.
A contest entry
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Wow. This is very powerful. Like something that huants us until we get it off our chest and do something about it.
Homelessness hurts. You've truly captured its atmosphere.
Dark & brilliant.
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GOD!!! This is so powerfully moving Muddy . . . I can't think of anything else to say except thank you for sharing the insightful sensitivity of your heart . . . Marc
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This is beautiful. It speaks beautifully, and powerfully in metaphor. I feel for this child.
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Now this is interesting, I do like the iamages here. love the graffiti bit there. The ending is good. I don't think it is as strong as it could have been, but it still intrigues me :D
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This is awesome from the title onward. So full of descriptions of hollow, which is a perfect summation, unfortunately, for what you must have seen. Bravo, you conjure up images that make the reader feel, and perhaps then act. God Bless.
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beautiful.
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poignant
well done piece
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so sad, and seeing a homeless child is worse. I like how you gave her a name. Personalizes it, and gives homelessness a face.
WEll done.
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