face – Mercedes Moore

Tick-Tock

He could hear the ticking echo through his ears. When the minute hand moved he felt the stinging in his heart which grew stronger and stronger. He knew he was running out of time. His breath felt like thunder, shaking in his bones. Each step he ran was a race against the hour hand. Tick.Continue reading “Tick-Tock”

Another Blurred Face

I once knew you so well But your face has surely matured. Would I recognize you in a crowd? Or have you become another blur? Would I even recognize your Mother, From my distorted vision? I can only remember collision Of butting heads Ignorance and pride. If you were surrounded by faces Would you recognizeContinue reading “Another Blurred Face”