Soul Mates

Two souls

never quite able

to split apart



Feeling this today, thought it was worth a repeat…

Rio McKee

He called her dirt

more often than not.

Intent on crushing

an already broken spirit.

Twisting his savagery

she breathed new meaning.

Dirt she was,

full of living things.

Without which

nothing could grow.

Able to give birth

to new life in time.

That from which God

molded and shaped her.

That to which

she would one day return.


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The Piggly Wiggly

Tiny white Keds

skipping down the aisles of Piggly Wiggly

one half size

too big leaving room to grow

Yellow gingham

fabric dancing above knees in flight

shrieks of glee

when she spies Frenchie mid aisle

His apron blood-stained

bear-like arms and stance open wide

her hands never quite

touch as she hugs with all her might

Memories of

the Piggly Wiggly