Penelope : Writing

this pace is all your own

this pace is all your own

A Poem by Penelope


I smell the cold airas it rushes through my bodylingering in my skin.I fasten my pace as if I might pretendthat I could ever outrun it all.but I can't..
well-oiled machine.

well-oiled machine.

A Poem by Penelope


sometimes I feel as ifthe shadows are enclosing inin on my hopeopening their gaping mouths to take all of me withouta respective nudge or a warningof ..