Hearing the rush of nurses heading toward the ICU, I followed the herd. My youthful intuition was kicking in as an eerie sense of suffocation and dread encircled me. I suddenly felt like a child waking from a nightmare. I was already on edge since yesterday having been informed that three nurses were raped in…
Category: History
Secrets of Savannah
timeworn, grey hair hangs curly by your wrinkled sideswhich weave lines much like an old map of forgotten placeslow to the ground as your limbs stretch outfrom your vast insides where your substance layand the truth of your years we can easily seefor your secrets will never be in season, sweet SavannahI sit at a…