Tanya Miranda - Urban Fantasy & Contemporary Romance Writer

My voice is gone. I can't find it.
And if I could find it, what would I say?
I'd curse the earth, the moon, the stars, the sun,
And the god that created all things.

I'd scream a scream like you've never heard,
I'd pray for the impossible,
For the reversal of time,
For the world to implode and end all suffering.

Everything is pointless now.
I've lost the heart of my soul,
My reason for living,
My north star.

He was barely old enough to form a word,
But strong enough to run after a ball,
Into the middle of a street,
In front of an unknowing truck.

Please remove my wrist straps and hand me a knife,
Or inject me with morphine until it overflows,
Or drill a hole in my head and let me drip until I dry up.
Let me die, so I can be with him and apologize.

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Image Credit:
Dreams and Nightmares by Robert Stevens Connet
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Alicia straightens her black veiled cap as it hovers above the rims of her silvery eyebrows. It slides forward with every precarious step down the sparkling walkway. The pins are not keeping it in place.

“Be careful Alicia, there’s ice everywhere. The town cleaned up the snow, but this cold weather isn’t helping.”

“Albert,” Alicia says as the brisk wind attempts to pick the cap up off her white curls. “Let me hold your arm.”

“Of course.”

She clamps down on Albert’s wool jacket and takes a few careful steps. “How was your drive? It wasn’t too foggy, was it?” She squeezes tighter.

“It wasn't too bad.”

“How are the kids?”

“They’re fine. The twins are with Vivian and her parents.”

They baby-step their way downhill, following the pathway to Teresa’s section. When they cross a flat surface, Alicia lets go of Albert’s arm and glides her hand across a snow-covered bush. Diamonds fall off of crystallized branches and jingle as they spill across the pavement. A familiar, painful ache engulfs her as she remembers a five-year-old Teresa playing dress-up with her studded hoop earrings.

Albert and Teresa’s had planned to have children immediately after they got married, but an icy road on Christmas day ten years ago made it impossible. The winter storm immobilized hundreds of towns with mountains of snow, caused hospitals to overflow with frozen corpses, and extinguished the only bright star left in Alicia’s midnight sky.

Chilly tears form in Alicia’s eyes as she recalls the last conversation she had with her daughter on that fateful morning.

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