Tag Archives: Sara Letourneau

I don’t want to die just yet. In my cave of memories are so many chapters that need to be recorded before I’ve forgotten what I’ve done with my life. “Why now?” you may ask. I answer, “Why not now?” … Continue reading →

In my dreams, you hold a box but refuse to open it for me. “Why?” I always ask. You never answer. Instead, you ball your hands into fists. Rage burns crimson on your face. And you scream – You scream … Continue reading →